Smoldering Trees

There are smoldering trees on the hill tonight
and faint silhouettes of birds in flight
but there’s no sign of you
and there’s no heat to thaw the frost
that cover grass and quiet trees,
just this: The sun’s last, fading rays
that smears its blood across the skies,
abandoning me to freeze

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