It's Still Life

Disguised …

by this house of fallen leaves
from sentinel oak and black elm limbs,
a winter’s war

with a half-quenched green floor.
Grave, this twilight in secret wood,
this grey insight

that murmurs over brook and field.
This winter’s disguise of soft frost,
porphyry and poetry.

Written for PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 2 with Prompt: Disguise
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