Winter Trees
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
It is just too cold, too wet, and too icy in the Hollow today. G is smoking us out of the house, though, by lighting the wood stove for the first time this season. I'd like to say that the girls and I sitting back, eating chili, and reading poetry, but that would be a flat out lie. They are playing Roblox, turning their noses up at my chili, and asking for ice cream instead. And so it goes.
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