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Written in Winter

Jul 19, 2005

A Winter's Walk in Michigan Woods
for Mahema Auntie

I think of you when I see how the small twigs
on the branches of the big trees hold each
their own impossible load of snow.

The burden they bear it makes them beautiful.
They course like dark blooded veins.
Life insisting under ice.

A poem written in winter alongside the paths
I walk each day-

Reminding me of you.

February 2002

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