ordinary

Ordinary
wrapp'd in frosty breath Days
made for walking
when the sun is
Decemberly pale

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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem | commentary is 'December.'

I returned today, after a month's absence, to find my second most favorite tree in Schmitz Preserve Park draped in yellow tape, like a crime scene. I guess it fell victim to rain and wind and its precarious side-of-the-hill perch. In the ten plus years that I've been walking under it, it had grown to provide a wonderful shady canopy, right where the path split.

Bummer.

RIP, tree.