When snow falls, there lives
the shrill cries that
leaves are not alone.
Each flake, a mute testimony
not a leaf falls before
surgery prunes the individual tree.
Cold November after
brown and white conspire,
the forest leaves a bleeding crust,
scar tissue from natural wars.
Testimony
Paul Cameron Brown
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