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| "Winter Puddle" Charlie Parant Appetite for Photos. Used with Permission. |
The ghost of winter passed
scrapes her boney fingers
across my face, reluctant
to surrender the season.
Yet her grip grows weak…
For even as she haunts the night,
signs of new life encircle
this wagon train of one;
their echoing chant a reminder
of what lies waiting
‘round the next bend.
© Ginny Brannan 2016
