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Winter Serenity
Funerals are quiet.
The wind breaths
through splits in the pine brush
covering crows feet in the snow.
Swollen white tufts fall
through the flow of greyish faces
that dither like upblown gravel.
Soft blue needles
bleed through the silk white blanket
cloaked around the mourning crowd.
Winter trees stand
like black scars burned into the white.
Cold water trickles off branch tips,
denting snowdrift and a stray birdsnest.
The bundled figures stare at each other
waiting for something to be said.
Rainclouds hang high and brooding.
The funeral is quiet.
Only a child stands with frozen hands
clutched around a ball of slushy snow
by a hollow in the ground,
feeling cramped by the black figures
circled around him like a noose,
eyeing a fallen feather of a crow,
a black veined shard,
carved into the white veneer,
waiting for something to be said.
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