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Spirits in the Wind
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

when the snow blows
I hear spirits in the wind

flurries skate
across frozen pond

mourning song rises
for the long ago dead

hawthorne's naked black branches
scratch at dull grey skies

twist and tangle clouds
plucked from heaven

a memory of geese
fills the distant horizon

ice breaks in the river
and wolves run together

in the haloed glow
of the cold moon.


From the book: La Kalima 

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