this winter
has stripped her bare
this winter
has left her open
real early
this winter
wide open to the weather
wide open to everything
a distant sun
slowly touches
perennial patches
this creeping creaking winter
of slow and cold withering
faded lichens moss
the most hardy
she stands in the field
her leaves of gold
falling around her softly
half her former glory
yet so full of promise
so full of a still life
everything
every single leaf soon gone
each branch trying
to extend around
and cover
its involuntary winter nakedness
she breathes in
she breaths out
she sighs
she breathes in
she breathes out
under a canopy
greener than envy
higher than skies
and denser
than a large village full of idiots
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Brenton F
How much is not not enough and how little is too much? Life is like a spaghetti western, it's good, it's bad and it's ugly!
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The Warrior of Shanduhar
The day my sister was stolen from us, I swore I would either bring her home or kill myself for having failed. It was a mostly cloudless day in Shanduhar. Bracing gusts had swept through the oasis on and off since mid-morning prayers. Aria and I had been feeding the camels. Our younger brother Eran was charged with cleaning out the rain barrel or face the back of Mother’s hand. I ran to his side to help before the precious remaining water tumbled into the sand rather than into Mother’s clay jar.
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I appreciate how sensual this one was.
Oooo, this gave out strong vibes of Robert Frost! I loved it!