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In Winter

By Renee E. Wolfhope 
 


In Winter,

skeletaltrees

tear holes at the sky

and their fingers rip

at bone white clouds.

In Winter,

porcelain snow shatters

over frozen ground

and its dust carries

through bare branches.

In Winter,

wind shrieks and worries

against the window,

and the muffled quilt

warms thesound.

In Winter,

woodstove hands

seeking warmth

push closer to the glass

and its heat

shocks them away.