Sonnet No. 2

white, brown, and green; a flash of red & blue

the blinding sky shifts with a hint of gray

birds become quiet - this dullness is true

it’s the sneaking of night into day

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one tree bears the weight of another’s arm

it twists and tilts to accommodate

i believe it is held up by a charm

what else can explain how the branches plait?

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the sky gets darker and the dullness begins to fade

snow sticks to the trees - roads have crisp edges

i chronicle the snow storm’s escapade

while jumping off creative ledges

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the brown trees will soon lose all their white

and the sun will rise, crowding out the night