Waking January 12, 2025 ~ joanvinallcox In the dark of nightthe pine boughsthreshand sway. Bare maple branches restagainst the light scrimmedsky. In the grey of morningthe silent streetsstridedownto the lake’srhythmic rumbleand the sun’s path. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
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