Tuesday, March 08, 2011


In response to this Morning Porch entry

As Spring begins to fill the cup of Summer
and everyone else rejoices, I feel
the longing and the loss of Winter,
the craving
for a truer North and
a more lonely tundra
where grooming swans bite their feathers
and pools of meltwater sway
the black strands of last year’s grass.

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