Ojo Caliente ~ New Mexico ~ by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

Ghost Trees
by Maralee Gerke

On the hill behind the house
a copse of trees stands
in lingering puddles of the first snow.

Stark unmoving sentinels
with twisted limbs,
they hold silence like a gift.

These ghost trees cling
to the saturated soil
holding their sacred knowledge.

But if we listen, the ringing
sounds of their ghostly solitude
fill our too-human ears
with the promise of winter's peace.


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