like water filling up a basin,
dead hemlocks fill the lower hollows:
great gaunt skeletons all draped with ghost green lichen,
as if in some dark parody of Christmas trees--
the warmth of Spanish moss transfigured into spectre,
the hemlocks are passing
and the loss is strewn across the forest.
by Henry H. Walker
December 5, ’12
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