The Hillside by Anne Selden [Annab]

The Hillside

The shape of shadows
dancing dark forms,
dried weeds rustle
as their buds are torn.

Brittle branches
still with briar
are whipped by the wind
into a brown fire

that sweeps up over
and out of view;
its flames consuming
though never through.

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