Upon my midnight wall
a wintering shadow appears -
naked limbs silhouetted
like an X-ray
lit by moonlight
and neighbouring homes
In this reflection of death,
there is beauty
mid traces of what once was;
fragile leaves have broken free
the earth to renew
I return to my down spread,
hear geese making their way
to where blossoms still bloom
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October 30, 2016
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