Crisp the bright blue sky;
Bright bare branches in the sun;
Porch plant is frozen.
Sunlight through the trees
Paints the distant yellow field.
Here, the lawn is dim.
Lilac bush is bare;
Purple fragrant memory;
Crisp December morn.
Forest is so still;
Flat bed truck purrs in the background.
Is the world waiting?
A thin shaft of light
Slicing darkness to the tree
Illuminates it.
Water sounds drowns out the birds;
Sun kisses dead leaves.
Spider filament
On desiccated brown plant
Glistens and then fades.
Sunlight falls softly
On leaves and forest patches
Spreading quietly.
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