Birch In Winter
Gray arteries
are laid bare
An altar
is beset
by hands
of crones
begging alms
in pulses
of arboreal blood
grasping
at drab vestments
of indifferent sky
1st Place
Early June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted: 6/6/17
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