Winterscore ©
Saturday, November 6, 2021
Nothing left on these bones
Nothing left on these bones
The carcass is picked clean
A skull head in the sand
Even vultures can glean
First life is gone and then
Anything life-giving
A circle of mushrooms
For a tree not living
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