The air bites, sharp
as Winter’s kiss. But wait:
Geese will arrive, necks stretched,
wings spread,
pulling a softer wind
to wrap our fresh-bared skin.
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Geese will arrive
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Ellen Symons Writes
Ellen Symons Writes
The air bites, sharp
as Winter’s kiss. But wait:
Geese will arrive, necks stretched,
wings spread,
pulling a softer wind
to wrap our fresh-bared skin.
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