Raspberry Trees

© 2004 Serena M. Agusto-Cox
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Cranberry sap, collects
Inflamed.
the clouds charred edges
flake and float.
Heap of ash
on the bottom of my fireplace.

It's time to sweep.
my hands are stiff,
colder than I thought

The woodpile is gone.

I step outside.
forest vanished
into my house.

Chop the corner out.
I won't sleep here
anymore.

I shut out the cold.
the chill creeps,
the fireplace rages.
shadows of branches
ripe berries fall
and collect.

Shake berries in autumn.
meadow dry,
fire.

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