Tonight, in the time it took to walk from my sheep’s feeder inside the warm house, look up at the sky,
feel the air and think…I composed this poem in my mind.
WINTER POEM
how could it be
that summer was so very long ago
in the breath between
yesterday and
today
the familiar outdoor landmarks tainted with
darkness and brevity
it is as though i
will never see
anything truly green again
~by eileen slifer
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