Mindful Writing 2013 – 16

after the rain
and the freeze
the White River
finally recedes
from the banks
and tree trunks

the branches
of felled birches
still dragging
along the water
ice panes laced
in the twigs

these songs
I thought
I’d forgotten
creeping deeper
into the me
and the me I thought
I couldn’t forget

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