Transition

Barren, gnarled alder groves,
laden with lichen,
rooted
in the tangled remains of winter.
So pale and dismal
against the chalk white sky.
Waiting and waiting
for a change in the light,
for some kind
of alternate definition.

~ Megan M. Codera

 

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