Winter Forest
A stepping path
Of packed snow
Where pine cone limbs
Smoke like tobacco.
~
The fire snaps
Emulating twilight
With amber saps
On the fringe of the night
Where the days collapse
And trees frost white--
The sun will relapse
Upon a frozen pond of light.
The End
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