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Ojo Caliente ~ New Mexico ~ by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
In Winter’s Grip
by Gay Williford
A cold, ice-blue sky
back-lights tall, skeletal trees,
their black, empty branches flung upwards
in a kind of frenzied abandon.
Lonesomeness and silence reign
in this gelid, halted landscape.
A single picnic table awaits
company and a meal
as winter holds nature still,
waiting for the return
of spring, of color, of life.
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