winter’s end

 

in these mountains, winter tends to linger, teasing us with spring followed by a new layer of snow…

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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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2 thoughts on “winter’s end

  1. ahh … you’re back! The poetry has languished too long in the recesses of the poet. Where do any of us land when we are shaken, confused or lost? We seek the branches of safety, of love to steady us.

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