The Trees in Winter Stand bare and unabashed It is their turn To show their attenuated loveliness Their loyalty No artifice of greenery They grace the roadside In solidarity I frame them in my mind For later In the studio The winter vista Like the emptiness The nobility of the desert echo my singularity My solitude Their sameness persuades and comforts me Mirrors reflected in mirrors The army of voices tangled in brooding cerebration give way to the grace of the empty mind Stripped of foliage Naked and content 2019, Provincetown Festschrift for Keith Althaus (80th birthday) 2025
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