Still life.

Snow on sand
a winter’s pale
shades of grey
charcoal branches
pierce the sky
footsteps wander
through the flicker
fallen flakes
on water waves
icicles melt
a shadow silhouette
in the distant
moves in the haze
footprints smaller,
hibernation arrives
in a painted stroke
darkness enclosing
he sees still life.

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

as I see November..........