wolfsnow the howl in it
showy milkweed
the first monarch
and the last
clouds tower
over sun-drenched fields . . .
my sister leans
from a golden turret,
letting down her hair
tuffets sprout
alongside this river . . .
the first
nursery rhyme I read
to our unborn child
rowan trees
dripping with icicles
each berry
a singular moment
frozen inside time
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