The tree flies away,
leaving a skeleton
behind—
white against
grey. Surrounded by snow,
maybe ash.
Her hair makes death look bright.
She wishes she could fly,
but her feet sink into the white.
She throws her arms,
but the wind only carries
her hair.
JKolasch
Jacob Kolasch 
So many interesting images: nymphs of the ash trees, tantalizing bits of mythology combined with the.motion of the word images. Ashes dominate this place, of one sort of another. Very nice!
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