Lone Tree
on the edge
of sloped hills
i stand alone
limbs outreached
longing for warmth
as i shiver
within this cold
december breath
i am bare
colorless
and numb
snapping within
from the weight
that hangs
like icicles
from branches
of soulless life
grounded
beside me
my shadow
is falling
more shallow
in these darker days
surrounding me
where i struggle
to flourish
my boughs
almost kissing
the soil
of twisted roots
already deadened
the raven
has landed again
to test the weight
of my faithful branches
only to see
if i will surrender
and succumb
to the valley below
as a lifeless figure
like those before me
i stand my ground
colorless, naked
and alone...
december 22, 2019
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