winter’s end


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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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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