deep snow .. .

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in those days
when the condensation
ran down the inside
of the window
there was a silent chill
which permeates the air
a sullen atmosphere
that held its echo
stillness as a blanket
the bark of trees
wizened faces in the wood
their aged concern
etched in cardboard skin
enveloped all our reason
voices of another age
before the machine
before spinning jenny
or the locomotive
silver halide crystals
recording direct image
which controlled light
before we wore sewn boots
or marched to war
as if that were a mission
while through trees
their roots and history
we had wandered
children of another page
who sensed the trials
of time’s momentum
a nightshade spreading
simultaneously weak and strong
alongside running water
spilling over granite spurs
i reflect on them both
when we as before
held similar convictions
soft, yet firm as fallen snow
rivulets when forming
disappear as evening drizzle

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