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Dusk and High Water St. Mary’s River February 7
Tiny bits of new green promise that Spring is on the way.
The mosquitoes told me they think so, too.
While standing at the water’s edge I disturbed a Blue Heron and an Owl.
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Winter sunset becomes
High water slowly flowing.
Trees weary with waiting
Call darkness from memory.
Thoughts, too loud,
Disturb Blue Heron.
She flies away,
Away from me,
Away from color.
Night grows outward
From dreaming roots.
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Bear … 01.25.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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