Trees tightly spun against the sky
encased in ice,
reflected light glows
on the leaves of pin oaks
like tangerine skins
glistening and scrumptious
making my mouth water
with hunger
for trees.
Trees tightly spun against the sky
encased in ice,
reflected light glows
on the leaves of pin oaks
like tangerine skins
glistening and scrumptious
making my mouth water
with hunger
for trees.
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annarino writes 