New Poem: “brittle, breaking changes -“

crystal curtain droplets
frozen onto branches –
world stiffened overnight.

brittle, breaking changes –

and all has become
too tender to touch –
sight must suffice –

distance wise –

white clouds wisp away
contours of trees –
exploring stillness.


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