Trimmed branches bleed ice,

Gray grass murmurs, discontent.

Clouded dome white weeps.


Rippled water

Reality distorted.

Walking back from class.


Small in a big pond

Standing at a puddle’s edge

Sees upside-down world.


Branches together

Pointing, reaching, kissing tips

Like cathedral doors.


After a day of

Snow and gray, clouds break on the

Horizon, sunset.


Anna Byham

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