Early in the dark hours
where no birds have flown
before the flicker and hum of stars
silence where daylight sweeps away
the cold occluded moon
amid barren velvet white
stands a silhouette of trees
iced and caked in winter.
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Early in the dark hours
where no birds have flown
before the flicker and hum of stars
silence where daylight sweeps away
the cold occluded moon
amid barren velvet white
stands a silhouette of trees
iced and caked in winter.