Winter Man


Winter Man

The winded willow wails
a crescendo
where wild flowers grow
in the giant’s shadow
way below
weathered leaves
creep through the shed door
that yawns
each time Winter Man raises his axe;
creates the sensation of ‘being there’,
and a wry smile — thin,
like dawn’s frosted moustache
over the Chevy’s windshield —
transforms his black lips
into worn wiper blades
that stifle the sound of his teeth
chipping away
at Winter’s breath.


words and photography by Ramon Ramirez


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