Midnight Walk Back to the Cabin
Tree shadows
dark lean ink strokes
on a smooth blue canvas
under the icy Yule Moon
Meteorites streak
across the smudge of Milky Way
December's diamonds
flung from Diana's ears
Cornstalks stand
curled brittle poised
a frieze of wind-dancers
in the drift sheltered field
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