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Call the leaves that left last month. Onlookers see past skeleton limbs. Long, lone trunks cast shadows at sunset… Dawn flashes from sparkling branches! – – – Photo by Olga Kovalski on Unsplash

Frozen Dominion

I walk across a constellation smoothed on glassy sky. Flakes of powered sugar-dust sift as I go by. – The ringing trees stand silent, watching, turtle-necked in white, trunks as straight as nature stand solemn at the sight. – On an islet splays a frost-tree rising from the ferns hoar-frost flashing sparkle gems that seem […]

Medieval Advent

The frost lies hardened on the frozen ground, the trees encased in glassy slips of ice. A lonely raven calls across the field of silent white. The air is fresh and hard. I stand outside among my fields and look down at the rows of dying, stubbled corn: the husks of harvest—gone until the spring. […]

Wait for the Morning

He always rises like the sun after night— after the hours, played like years, the coldness, hurting and hardening, the darkness, stealing the light like dementia. Do not let the fiercest night take you for God will rise to blaze above the frosted hills and scatter magic across the diamond grass.