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Winter Dreams

Posted by on February 4, 2015

Winter now, and I dream

of mountains’ silent streams,

of high meadows, too,

pristine and white,

trammeled┬áby a hare’s nervous flight.

A cerulean sky above it all,

knows that the coming tug-of-war

must be lost by Winter

won by Spring.

Snow recedes now,

secreted by the shade

’til that too fades,

and the birdsong, celebratory, returns.

Spruce shake their branches clean,

aspen explode with yellow-green.

The creek now a whisper

soon will roar,

and ravenous trout begin to stir.

Spring now,

and my dreams begin anew.

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