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The Blackened Reach of Trees

 

Jamie woke up this morning

and found that he no longer cared

 

it was mid-November and the time for giving up

 

he waited for the modest sun to rise in her tired sky

before he bravely lifted the covers

 

his window looked out over the rain

and into a small world below

 

the streets and lonely folk all part of the same unattended feast

and an empty plate between it all

 

this is what he saw

and this was worth seeing

 

and in these first sips of acceptance

there came a romance with the emptiness

and a fondness for the grey within the blackened reach of trees

 

 

the rain has fallen to snow

and the page is white

 

Jamie chooses a yellow pastel

rolling it in his hand as a gardener considers earth

 

as the powder gathers in the folds of his fingers

he cares not what he will make that day

 

no care of subject or shape

 

only that the yellow reminds him of a better sun

and the color of his children’s hair