wet paint

snow
falls onto
naked branches
coating them in
an icy crystal canvas
the crops this year
have all frosted over
winter’s reach is truly
profound. the birds and
foxes blend into ice-capped
hay, a natural veil or creators
preoccupation, apathy towards
ecosystems she crafted with
love and fabric coated in
chromatic film, a tinted
enduring ice, used
to construct worlds
promptly abandoned,
birds left to freeze
foxes left to starve
trapped in a
forgotten
world.

all
this
from
canvas
and
wet
paint.

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