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Bitter Beauty

Winter’s hues
of pinks and blues
have brought me to my knees

Wind’s frosty bite
stings day and night
burned alive by blistering breeze

New fallen snow
rainbowed with sun’s glow
illuminates the deadened trees

Rare beauty appears
just once here in years –
so savour this vicious freeze

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Poetry

Late October

I love hearing the trees talk
sometimes the high branches speak
            and the low branches listen
sometimes the east whispers to the west                  which gives silence in response
sometimes they all chatter at once
            I lie in the sun, watching, listening

  I dread the coming winter’s quiet
        absent leafy voices,
              instead violent creaks
disturb the silence,   as do
              small explosions,
breaking branches, piercing snow
        crunching, snapping
              deadened, hollowed,
                     muffled, no water flows
I wish that it would not come soon
  but winter’s here in just one moon