It's Still Life

Look how winter
rearranges things.
Leaves.
Life.
Debris.

It dances deranged around trees,
strips then bare, 
and then
knocks them down.

Written for GoDogGo Café. A Book called “The Mirror and The Palette” – Constraint: The title of a book is included in the title or the body of your poem. ©Misky 2022. Shared with #amwriting #GoDOGGoCafe  #GreatReadsPromptChallenge on Twitter