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Poem – For Now I am the Winter
For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held time slows as snow flakes float. The sea cradles my limp body carries me further into depths away from the forming ice. The sea floor echoes. For now…
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Lutsen, Lake Superior, and a sunrise.
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Poem – Snowy Field
Across the snowy field no footprints. Streetlights brighter further the sun sinks. Cold begins to creep in upon the winds back. Ice pellets tiny and hard against our shielded eyes. In the midst of winter I begin to understand. The sky above the great wind blows. Truths of times passage unaware of past, present, future.…
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Frosty Start
The first morning where the ice scrapper was necessary, provided a nice slap in the face and a reminder that this is Minnesota, I should have soaked up the 70 degree days more than I did.