poetry and prose about place
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November first frost
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air brittle, a broken
sliver of moon between
disrobing larches, silence
ruptured by craven’s cry
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© Jane Tims 1995
Written by jane tims
November 3, 2014 at 6:50 am
Posted in strategies for winter, where plants grow wild
Tagged with autumn, landscape, larch, plants, poetry, tamarack, tree




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