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Jonathan Witte
Poems
Dec 2016
December
At last the autumn
wind has stripped
the branches bare.
Even insubordinate
trees now stretch
their naked limbs
along a leaf of sky;
timber ledger lines
compose a staff
where birds rest
as quarter notes,
the nested chimes
of winterβs song.
You and I unlace
our leather boots.
We wait for snow,
white and absolute,
to change the score,
to blanket measured
roots, a silent chorus.
Written by
Jonathan Witte
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