Almost Winter – Poem

The brown bark of the trees

look nearly black

from the heavy rain

soaking their branches

The top of the trees reach

skyward like long, bony hands

against the almost-winter

slate sky

The sun has risen just now

but the gray covers it’s brilliance

My baby presses close to me

for morning milk

And I prepare myself for another

day of


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