In the northern winter
Charting her memory
the old woman finds her way
back to the open fields
She recalls only the distant emptiness
the morning after snowfall
waiting
waiting for the tracks of a morning hare
or a lonely child with a lunch bucket
plodding her way to school
posted by Fran @ 1:51 AM
4 comments
The 
4 Comments:
You capture the essence of winter, the stillness, the vibrating silence. Wonderful Fran and the poem is so poignant. Touches me!
This has a lovely feel to it.
I agree with Heather, you captured the essence of winter, which in my mind is such a peaceful season.
Vi
I don't miss Winter because you made me feel it...in July!
Anita Marie
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