(By Gub, 24th of January 2016)
Branches folded back;
Feathers float in the wind, flutter
and do not break.
leaves swept down wind
frozen growth capturing time's
seasoned shape - petrified memory
doesn't move - it thickens root
digs down and will not wake.
where will, will go
snow white flakes of passing down
here today, gone tomorrow...
and do not break
Sunday, 24 January 2016
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