• Gary Hunter

What have we Done? Jan. 28, 2022

winter rarely talks

though she raged last night

outside my window

what can a wounded

earth say if not with

the wind’s voice?

but this morning

on our daily walk

it’s the leaves still

hanging on the trees

and my mom’s shuffle

at 96 I notice

stubborn fates

entwined out of season

and the coming moment

of a fall from grace


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