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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