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Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow? Where is that puffy jacket? With little warning, no fanfare, the sky settles into the land, wrapping grey arms around each tree. The road home follows that reddish path mixed with wet snow into a hazy transition…
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Poem – Present Memories
The night becomes the morning and the sun lays across thinning snow and dormant vegetation. The darkness and silence are broken when the trees become engulfed in light. A small window into the vast universe opens above the horizon.