the woods are in winter.
the solace
of white.
the sleeve of stream
gone
to ice.
no bird seen,
no
animal peering out
from
the park.
everything is waiting
for more
light,
less dark.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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