Eagle County

It's still cold here, beneath the spruces on
The snowy river bank. An icy wind blows
Down the valley, felt but unheard just
Above the water rushing through the rocks.
I turn to see the sun has left the south
Sides of the mountains bare. There's
Warmth among the landslide's boulders,
Sagebrush bushes, tufts of grass, above
Me, so I stand at last. I've had enough of
Winter. I will climb into the light.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-18 at 00:50

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