A
late winter wind
let
loose
races
across the field
and
rises up, over the banks
and
across the road to the tree
tops
and roof tops beyond,
cleansed
by the swirling snow
it
carries, carried away
toward
spring.
Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
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