Nola Perez Poet Rhyme

The Easter of the Bare Tree

In the March 
of the bitter wind,
even the glitter of 
the lake at its silver 
hour denies its power 
in sorrow perpetua 
for severed limbs
caught in the yaw 
of the merciless saw
of spring naysayers
in need of prayers
for this crucifixion.

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