Barren trees sway in the breeze A vulture soars in search of death Firewood sits under fallen leaves A copper-woven mat, Tangled throughout forest floor The sun peeks through the branches Ether’s door ajar Tufts of daffodils reach up through their winter hatches Spring’s return A vulture’s famine
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While reading the poem, I could vividly picture the scenes in my mind.