Posted on 27 December 2017
by J.S. Graustein
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by M.R. Baird I dwell in a house that is not mine; milk snow, lake effect, eagle overhead flies on with outstretched wings, open eyed, above the blinds, my hands grasping, the cold, trees fall, weather comes in again. This house is full of…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: birds, environmental, folded word, isolation, m r baird, nature, poem, Poetry, Winter
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