Winter

Hickory limbs black against a close, leaden sky.

Rain tings against a collection of forgotten metal, measuring a still winter’s afternoon.

Squirrels skittering, checking muddy holes, coveting with purpose.

A cluster of cedars, a mute and depressed green, protest against their barren neighbors who yet stretch higher into their misty cloak.

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