Poem: Thrill of Death | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
This death thrills me
New every year—
Trees undressing,
Shamelessly tossing
Their glory aside,
Offering their bare bones
To be gnawed upon
By ravenous winter.

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