Winter Blues
The Manzanita clacks in
gelid breezes
like the clap of clacking bones.
Reddish painted branches
reach their grey, bent shadows
on stone from
hulking, brewing
drifting welkins.
Peeling, crackled, weathered
bark
grasp, grind and intertwine
gnarled fingers as they rasp and clonk.
Silhouetted by the yawning flame
dipping low,
dances the macabre branches,
on a stage glacial white with
winter snow.
Copyright © Marsha Smith | Year Posted 2018
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