Limbs pruned from the large, green pine
severed from the roots
cut so deeply
As if a door has shut out all light
and an immanent cold settles
All spatial reasoning gone
rationed by the falling snow
Any breath is a deviation
from the warmth
and beauty
of spring’s sweet air
and peaceful breeze
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
prune, cut, sever https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/three-things-challenge-m211/
door https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/17/fowc-with-fandango-door/
immanent https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/rdp-tuesday-immanent/
deviation https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/deviation-2/
ration https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/your-daily-word-prompt-ration-ydwordprompt-january-17-2023/
spatial https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/17/spatial/
become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January. https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/17/poetics-the-blizzard-of-the-self/
Stine Writing 
Maybe it’s the spring that is the deviation from the 6 months of drizzle
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Such power in the brevity of your verse, Christine! I especially resonate with; “All spatial reasoning gone rationed by the falling snow.” 💘💘
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Thank you!🤗
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What a lovely poem.
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Thank you
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absolutely beautiful Christine! ❤
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Thank you
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Thanks Christine
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