Caput Mortuum

 

caput mortuum

pine bonsai

the edge of the world 

snow powdered

my one-line poem

then the bus drove off

on a frosted oak leaf

if I die in winter put me an ilex wreath on my head the rest for the wolves

LaLeLu 

is it Santa's voice

only a frozen maple leaf

scratches the moon

three old ravens argue

about the hedgehog's leaf grave

I close the window

veredit©isabella.kramer

first published at bones journal No. 22 in 2021

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