Jan
21
2016

Now Spring

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From Unstoppable Wholeness – Poetry

Something rises from river, the melt,
mad movement over rocks
spray of water grasps light
and winter’s hard rim,
last ice ledge,
falls
in.

Is this grief?

No,
it is the river
and you standing
at its verge.

 

Published on Red Rose Review, Spring 2015

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