Winter
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1 min readJan 18, 2020
Settles — sounding like the dry break
Of branches, wind-worn
Threads that ever reach, caress
The sky, which, full of wonder,
Receives the long gone, the dead,
Then snows souls.
Thank you Barbara Sliter for this wonderful prompt over on Chalkboard. And thank you Kathy and Harper for all your hard work!
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