The trees aside the snowy winter fields
have a tragic ethereal skeletal quality.
Against gray skies, they’re lacy delicate beautiful.
This beauty interrupted, the deer body lays twisted,
staring with dead dark eyes
into oncoming traffic.
Bleak and negative, grays and whites and blacks
linear strips of trees stand guard against the open cold air
Witnesses to Winter’s passing, Earth’s small nudge in space.
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