February Trees

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The air tickles

my open skin

turning numb

without shelter

as fragile wisps of February

stream from my mouth

into an atmosphere of ice

the sun burns in a sea of clouds

somewhere far above

but why doesn’t the warmth I know is out there

change the world where I tremble

how long will the branches around me stay frozen

and fearful on the trees where they were born

how long will it be until this desolate season melts

away to the bird songs of life

how long will it be until the white cloak covering this forest

is torn away

to reveal the green

leaves of growth


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