December Moment

By | 1 May 2020

A wintry morning,
the ground covered in hoarfrost,
the sun a red bull behind a metallic haze,
the brittle branches of the trees,
tender and graceful,
as if sketched in India ink on silk,
gray with a violet shimmer,
and beneath my shoes,
as I cross the brown field,
a sound as of breaking glass.

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