Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
|The river is wide
The river rests —
Memories of the past a palimpsest
begging me to etch new beginnnings
the melt breaks through
like spring that follows winter
like summer that follows spring.
In autumn I thought I had time,
but winter's blast has found me,
frozen me here
on the banks of cold waters
I shall never cross over —
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