Trees of Winter

Missing the green,

I’ve become part 

of the monotone gray,

silhouetted against

a cloudy sky,

my arms stretched,

seeking the warmth

of a distant sun,

cold and weary 

as I wait for spring,

walking among

the leafless trees

of winter.

—C.L.Fisher, January 2022

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