Poetry/Prose

Season’s Greetings

Winds of loss

Rip her hair out

Denude trees

Strip ’em naked

Shivering

Embarrassed

Everyone stares

But you know,

Winter’s that way

Not much to see

To the eye worn

From banal white

Death is attractive

Natural

Fascinating …

To a virgin

Shame fades

Fertilizes

Bust out in spring

Her leaves no less green

To the climber

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