Poetry

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“Remembering Winter Count”

the earth trembling in anticipation, leaves
lining up in a row, crimson colored and gently
swimming [floating] to the ground.
the earth consuming the sacrifice into a wintry grave
as the trees lay bare weeping over their fallen clothes.
once the leaves get striped away
I am still a w i n t e r t r e e
with my roots going deep
but I am laying bare before you

The season’s first
snow. covers my
limbs still I am
alive through
The winter. Put
your ear to My
trunk [and hear
The Nutrients] I
am preparing
myself for
s p r i n g but
Still I remember
last year’s
Winter Count

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