All unwitnessed
Crystalline reflections
Glitter like diamonds in the deep blue
Skeleton woods reach up with twisted fingers
Towards the waning moon
The night is silent
Listening
No bird calls
No fox bark echoes across the surface
Of this virgin snow
Only the occasional crack of a branch
That has given up the ghost
Disturbs the cold serenity
Of these midnight barrens.
Words and image are my own.
©2017
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