In The Wintry Willows (For Desirae & Maya)

Alexander M. Ziperovich

Borne aloft to rest in the branches of the willows, the snow rests after it has swayed and fallen, the trees like ashen shrouds, cloth white, a solemn skin, covering the faces of the willows as might the night, let the snow fall and be fallen, allow yourself the grace of sighing, after you bear witness, and you may find peace in the snow and its stillness.

Outside the wintry castle of the willows is a sun, inside the labyrinthine mind of the forest it is dark and numb, find a quiet place, somewhere between the snowy willows and the sun screaming from beyond, in the palace between all places, the place that you find, you may find out that, throughout all and any things, you can and will survive.

…Rest In Peace Desirae…

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