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Three Winter Mornings

Three Winter Mornings
Trees of white-gold fire
Glow against the coming storm.
There’s power in negatives.
The angle changes,
Shoots sparks through the roadside trees,
Each twig encased in ice.
Flake by soft flake,
Bends boughs to the breaking point,
Externally beautiful.