spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
within winter’s sigha murmur rises on the windsparkles glint off the edgesof a million snowflakes,compressed and wind blownagainst the base of birch orwithin a field’s hollow the murmur becomes a humand a snowshoe hare lifts up,whiskers twitchingears on high alertthe hum, in turn, sheds… Continue Reading “One Last Howl”
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