One Look
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A grey-blue hue pokes through naked branches
offering the near-dark sleepy sky of an almost day
almost night, almost timeless light.
What does time matter when all is suspended like this?
When neither sun nor moon will touch the steel-velvet
liquid of this disappearing moment.
One look of beaded pearl upon the breast of winter.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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