a cold evening, swollen painful
willow buds
migrating birds are
perched in the skeletons
of trees along the shore like great
black blossoms
a small reddish flame
there, far off, trembles in the icy wind
as if alive, near the water
a fire stoked by children
it’s almost warmer, isn’t it,
as we draw near
End of the poem
15 random poems
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