Winter Man

Trees

Winter Man

The winded willow wails
a crescendo
hovers
where wild flowers grow
in the giant’s shadow
way below
weathered leaves
whisper,
creep through the shed door
that yawns
each time Winter Man raises his axe;
blade-on-bark
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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