Winter Conjuring
Church bells muffled on Sunday
Whispered almost silent as people glide in to pray
Inclement weather conditions toll a long good-bye
Blizzards come with mounds of snow on a somber curve
The fallen collect themselves inside as worried souls
Leaves completely freed from trees become detached
Cannibalized by savage storms clawing at their back
Long stripped of life they could not last the hour
Too weak, crisp, loud, to cover up or hide in quiet
Laid naked, bare, lost innocence and mystery devoured
Oaks stand like towers emptied of themselves
Hollowed out holes by age that grow no more
Webbed fingers jut, twisted from the middle
In competition with the holly house in white
December stretches to the distance warped
Trees become skeleton warriors fighting back
Howling winds wrapped in Winter sin
Blowing south on holiday wishes cold
The congregation leans in to sing a carol
They fill in spaces made by Christmas conjuring
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017
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