Shadorma #16

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Early light
on dying willows
burning bright
flickering–
crackling kindling going up
in a roaring fire

skat@2017

The Last Robin

hints of rust-red breast
beneath willow’s branches, won’t
be seen again ’til
winter appears to release
its cold grip, come the new year.

skat@2017

Outside My Window

finches have returned
willow branches flinch under
weight of such small birds.

skat@2016