January 24, 2009 at 4:45 pm (poem)


the heavy breath of fog gone
each breath feels reviving
sucking dew from stems of grass
splashes from puddles wet bare feet

children play on the breaking ice
slowly the birds return
still the cold refuses to go
insists of staying in the fabric

the corpses of trees smile
at the makeshift mirrors on the ground
nod their heads to you in the wind
their greetings underline a certainty

winter is leaving again


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