.yew berries.

a tragic happening when

history and the day collide

each taking care of their own

as we should

darker hours are comfy now


the mind wanders

the third tree in the lane is bare


leaves scattered

while at the gate the pheasants

flew up whirring

i stood steady in wonder

watched the dark bleed

across the sky

watch birds scatter from the yew

note the fallen fruits

chilly yet i found

three logs warm the room


and lasts long enough

i hope your sister is well


Let's be friends

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