By Thomas Page
The hues of winter
Like a forgotten photo
Are rich in mem’ry.
The orang’d leaves, champions
of Autumn, remain strong on
Hibernating trees.
The frozen pond like
The artisan’s glass imbued
With imperfections.
Time gushes like a
Wound while traffic like white blood
Cells clot up cars.
The birds seek refuge
On perch of birdfeeders
Feet above the snow.
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