Near The Falls In Winter Poem by Florence A Clark

Near The Falls In Winter

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Near the Falls in Winter(for Gardner,1978)

White branches
sharpen this wood:
Birch slakes best,
is most in touch
with need.

Moss bubbles from the rocks;
icicles spin down;
only the caw of winter
flocks the air;

Yet suddenly your words
spring new skies:
You are walking through Florence:
I am there.

Saturday, February 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature walks
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 06 February 2018

Your insight into nature is impressive, and your rendition of words elegant. You're very talented. Thanks for sharing and always remain blessed.

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