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With first light the soul of the earth rises, reaching through evergreen and shy herds of deer, silver cords of river fish and human hearts
February 23, 2020
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With first light the soul of the earth rises, reaching through evergreen and shy herds of deer, silver cords of river fish and human hearts
The plum trees signal leave the cave, their delicate pink buds brave enough to face the last winds of winter. I have rested, gathering strength
We scurry around staying busy while winter passes over the valley and caps the mountains. Warm air invites crows to mass beside the river, street
The weight of winter blankets the mountains, burying dark caverns and rivers beneath blue ice. The silence of snow while the giant sleeps, the only