Crumbs

RedInWhite
Rich starkness of winter
Is an arrow in my throat
Weighty and gravid
It calls on me to attend
To the flake’s fractal fullness
In its desolate wall-to-wall white
A fleck of red in its deep brown
A softening in the center just as
Earth’s crust shakes off crumbs
Into the depths of my landscape

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