Twigs Shaped Like V's
The sun sends forth her fiercest rays
Yet no warmth is felt this December day
The wind chills my bones, though the heavens are blue
Trees, bare of leaves, offer unrestricted views
of twigs at the end of tiny branches, shaped like V's
In Spring they'd be buds, now -- veins and capillaries
framed 'gainst the backdrop of that raw clear-blue sky
Poised for coming snowfalls, my heart wants to die
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