The leaves gone and the bark.
As if a man stood, stark,
Till all had fallen away…
— W.D Snodgrass
We are bound to seasons,
stitched within the movement
of time, we, like the trees,
must stand stark in the breath
of February, waiting for a new
coat of green.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2022
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