Stilled Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Stilled



dried and pointing skyward...silhouetted against the shingled slope...
each spear....an elongated triangle....
from a distance so like an immobile flock of erstwhile fliers....
tree-bound in a soundless symphony
preserved by dust and dry skies....
...........last spring's lilac blooms.......whole....... transformed....

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