Ozark Winterscape In golgothan ranks of silence, The bare-limbed oaks blacken Ragged Ozark ridge and hill. Sallow limestone cliffs glare, Grey-splotched and hard, Stark, looming backdrops To sluggish-serpent rivers. Crone-fingered branches reach, In parody of hopeless prayer, To winter-chilled expanse Of unmoved Ozark sky.