Park in December

Park in December

Dead leaves everywhere,
thousands of them, outstretched hands,
discarded prayers…

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The crystal goblet
of the winter sky, brimful
with frosty white wine.

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On denuded twigs
millions of minute buds
hovering in limbo.

Christina Egan © 2012

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