Still-Life in the Morning Sun

White with frost,

This winter land

Seems frozen in time.

Cirrus, in brilliant yellows

Are suspended

From the daunting, lively canvas.

Each tree,

Dynamically frozen,

Stretching desperately toward the sky,

Must nearly be touching

The cirrus above,

As they majestically glisten in the same, stunning light.

I am held in suspense.

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1/20/11