Look! Casualties
Strewn about the autumn ground:
The leaves have fallen.



Bony clawed-hand trees
With blood-red berries beading
Like perspiration.



Valiant pine trees
Displaying lush summer green
On dead winter days.



Bone-cracking cold and
Flesh-shredding wind now torture
The smallest sparrow.



As our breath escapes--
A ghost in cold night air--it
Floats towards heaven.

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