Wet Leaves
The leaves lie, stuck and slippery;
those in the air, dripping and clinging.
Shivering, as the brisk wind blows;
birds seem to be sleeping sans singing.
Decked pine, in the window, lit, adorned;
light angel above the trimming.
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