‘Trees in Winter’

Trees in Winter

 

Unveiled like veins, winter’s trees disclose

Their dead ends. We have fewer winters left

Than these have leaves. Then we’ll be seen

Outlined, unfinished, in our entirety,

The sum of our maps and of our plans. All

The turns we took to slow the falling

And give it the grace of design. We’ll be

Naked and dead and beautiful. We’ll be

Diagrams of lives.

First drafts.

 

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Poetry
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