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tell the white marsh
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Hyacinth garden in the white marsh
covered with February’s
frozen and
muted snow
on glistening tree
and crystal creek
with an amount of inclement attitude
as if it holds a transitory latitude
all outline sliding by,
feel the whipping wind
an enduring flow
swirling around
white out making all snow blind
stinging eyes squinting unkind
envelop my sight
in a shifting light
and then
when the day
becomes the night
tell the white marsh
I will join with a million snowflakes
like a curtain of cold fog
and become opaque in icy air
This is an exciting read, the
This is an exciting read, the images you paint are genius and powerfully explosive