in these mountains, winter tends to linger, teasing us with spring followed by a new layer of snow…
winter’s end
each snow covered branch
is like a phrase in the erratic final chapter
of winter, punctuated
by small dark birds, confused
by the storyline of the season.
while overhead, three geese
skim the treetops, crying out,
lost in this featureless white world,
desperately searching, like so many of us,
for a safe place to land
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