December 13*

close in
wind wrecking in the old firs
pushing, splintering past their flex
tearing through
their blood, ripping
the soft lovely tips
of last summer’s growth,
flinging them down
to the cold trembling ground

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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