by Tom Hatch
A ghost splayed against
The light green of late spring
Stilted, Fallow, Sorrow drawn in
Chalk like on a thin printed page
Against blossoming magnolias
Mellow tones of barking dogwood
Lemon/lime green willow
The art of after rains high grasses
Her lovers fertility ran away
Over the winter
With the willow that
Now weeps over looking
The birches bony skeleton
They played in the wind
Together
The windy willow now
Caressing her lifeless
Peeling dark edged bark in
The fuel smoke filled air and
Sound of my bright yellow
Screaming chainsaw
A cheery warm fire next winter
Smoke as white as her bark
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