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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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