17 March 2024 (ides of March)
Kristen Lindquist
ides of March
a widowmaker creaks
in the oak grove
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Filtering by Tag: trees
ides of March
a widowmaker creaks
in the oak grove
a forest
full of broken things
winter moss
each body
casts its shadow in the snow
mountainside trees
November gale
the dead trees hiding
among the living
in full view
of the blushing maple
bare ash
half-grown tree farm
a rusting horse trailer
at field’s edge
winter trees . . .
the big grey area
between life and death
winter trees
the creaking of my joints
as I climb the hill
winter trees
sunlight slips through
slats of the fence
snow whitens branches . . .
a hole in the old oak
where something might hide
deep winter woods
the moaning of trees
almost human