December's Fury Poem by Heather Burns

Icicles
inter-lace
branches

weaving
mysterious
patterns

isolated
in winters
clutch

trees stand
barren
stark naked

trembling
bodies hover
together

searching
for an
escape

December's
fury lashes
out.
































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