Spring Dreams

black branches pierce twilight deep
dark roots disturb Persephone in her sleep.
barest limbs scrape turbulent skies;
silent without a crown of sighs.
slumbering giant trapped in coldest earth.
autumn leaves have turned to dust
Ancient Beauty, do you dream of days when you had a voice?

bare-tree

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