I.
Sturdy spruce trees stand
Like thin, shaken, gutless twigs
Before the chainsaw.
II.
Swallow packs soar high
Under the merciless rain
That chews through their wings.
III.
Rose gold skies couple
The gloomy tumbleweeds of
Vile factory smoke.
IV.
Fall splashes color
On an overcast canvas
Before the blizzard.
And it wasn’t winter’s doing.
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