Above the melting snow

rose fog of colder ghosts

between tree trunks

and naked limbs of branches

slowly engulfing the air

farther upwards

farther outwards reaching

while veil to sheath the sky

of graying ascent

hiding any sun from

phagocytic grace of steam

in the dead silence

of drowning winter away



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