Bella T
Brusque cold snaps crisp as a pine needle stab
evoking shivers in the elevated altitude silence
Lordly evergreen points, pierce the ephemeral
like aspen gold splashing in the emerald thrall,
as the lake now stills to glassy gray from aqua ~
Tahoe broods before the snow to stay stalwart
(12/24/2022 For Still-Life Autumn Scene contest)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2022
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