The trees have gone silent.
Blinded by a slow shroud of mist
They can't see to speak.
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In a dying Hemlock forest
Not even the groans of decaying limbs are heard.
The winged denizens
Speak for the forest now.
In a multitude of voices.
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Always silent lichens
Drink up this thick shroud.
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The world turns into blurred lines
In the silence.
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The silence of the fog.
4 comments:
Okay, spooky. Not really festive. What's next? A murder? The Headless Horseman galloping out of the woods?
You're a brave man Chuck B.
Lovely, Christopher... and haunting at the same time. :) Merry Christmas to you.
Nice prose...goes along with the "Deliverance" scene down by the creek...cool.
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