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
It's Still Life 
11 responses to “Day 12: The Mirror and the Palette”
Raw. I love it. Are these your photos? Stunning.
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Thanks. Photo: Not this one. I can’t actually remember where I found it.
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that’s ingenious.
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Thanks, David.
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😂 I am beginning to think you don’t like winter!
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I like it when it’s dry and sunny and cold, but we’ve not had much of that this winter. ☀️
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Winters are getting milder but definitely wetter. 😒
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Definitely.
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WOWdatsGOODmisk
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😂 Thanks, my friend.
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This packs a punch
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