Nude In the Woods
trees tend to blush ~ when they're kissed
by Jack Frost's lips ~ cold as ice
inked in the night ~ red dyes bleed
and blood-stained leaves ~ pay the price
bare trees stand nude ~ in the woods
stripped of their leaves ~ by a breeze
as the wind whips ~ through the bones
of dried-out twigs ~ with such ease
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