Winter Winds
Here comes the raging form of winter
Winds that blow beyond my path
Easing into storms that cease
Speak to me
beneath your wind of somber truth and
whittle little trinkets from this
hollow log of shame and wonder.
Flowing through at ease
I cross the rock in midst of river flowing
What are these bedraggled souls
Floating zombies
like a ghost of years that pass
Speaking softly
through the rustle of the leaves
I feel the wonder of your spirit
speaking gently
as my dead leaves fall
for winter.
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