WINTER BONES

Stripped to bone, charred stems
whisper softly through mist’s veil, 
Earth and root slip their bond
while scarred landscapes groan

An owl calls from naked limb,
now burnt taper spent
Her anthem silent, sings across the night
A hymn  sung
of fire’s unforgiving blight




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