With Snow, by George Coombs
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With Snow
With snow came a silence,
Space to look
Trees tall and still
Like ruins steeped
In their own history.
Sky grey and networked
With naked branches
The human is vulnerable,
Easily broken waiting
Like the trees...
Like all creation
For a next step
Toward history’s culmination.
Birds, squirrels
All life forms seek survival
Blackbird pulsates in approaching night,
Cold penetrates
Like a searching question.
George Coombs
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Posted: 2010-04-21 21:00:41 UTC |
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2010-05-11 15:12:36 | Convalescence |
This is sooo beautiful. I really like your work. It's really great. You should really keep it up!
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