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PHANTOMS IN THE WOODS
Shedding summer’s cloak of leaves
the ghosts of the forest emerge wraithlike in winter
either singly, pale against their darker neighbors
or gathered in groups like conspirators
plotting some ethereal scheme.
Some are dressed white-on-white with falling snow
camouflaged against their enemies real or imagined.
Up close their smooth bark reveals their secret plans
written in nature’s hieroglyphics of knotholes, scars, and wrinkles.
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