Sun. Nov 27th, 2022

Winter sun shadows on snow muted by trunk and limb

Deer dimpled fields shine as if lit from below

Weeds frosted in dew drops bow to the east

The forest beyond

Darkened by Spruce skirts stands waiting

As do I

In brilliant warmth pouring through glass

By AFarmer

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