DEAD THINGS: part three

3.

One of the beauties of winter is the complete disintegration of green—the leaves shrivel off and lay dead on the cold ground until a soft layer of snow buries them. The trees are then left bare—bones exposed. Their branches leak out like mummified veins as if they were arms searching for their lost greens. Funny thing is—the dead leaves just add another layer to rich Earth that its won roots will soon feed upon. I’d like to think I was a tree.

xoxo Tessa Rose ❤

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