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Silver Skeletons
Today there is a flat light outside. Everything is a gradient of gray. Thank goodness for the evergreens, that offer some contrast. We've had a few too many monochrome days here, so I offer this poem. Remember those sunny September days?
SILVER SKELETONS
By Jennifer Sy Heger
Silver skeletons stand on the hill,
A crooked row of four.
Bony fingers scrape a blue sky.
I remember the warm September day,
When I climbed those skeleton arms
To pick the perfect apple.
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