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Still Spring
Still Spring beaten into dust only lines remain layers compound and deepen vanishing points are endless Wide fields turn to wild tundra where ancients do live The vastness lifts my soul like sulfur from the earth A pool of placid strength draws power through resting water An osprey rips invisible currents crossing strips of black canvas Suspended in the still a love slips back to the garden |
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I appreciate you, thank you!
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Love this poem! Great imagery and alliteration! Beautiful! ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~
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