Saturday, July 23, 2016


Visionary Seasons

The Dream

of the children
in the woods,

their voices firing, flint-
like off of trees in Spring.

Quieter, slow Summer.
Loudest in bare November.

Crisp in flying Fall, then
muffled in snow later.

Now, regardless of season,
one sees them playing,


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