Literary Impulse
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Literary Impulse

WHEN WORDS AND PAINTING COMBINE

Winter Inhaled and Held Her Breath Too Long

It feels as if we’ll never hear a rain song . . .

On a veiled horizon where no holly hung
thirsty bark bleating as a lone spirit sung
tiptoeing tupelo tries to be far-flung
I saw her . . . I saw her in a somber hue.

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