Doug Roy, Mountain Quarrel 2, Cut Paper
A SNOWFALL IN MARCH
The trail through the woods
is covered with snow.
The creek is also iced over.
In a nearby tree
a cardinal searches for food.
He must eat,
but he has to work for it.
In winter nothing is easy.
Nature is frozen, as time
moves in slow motion.
The sun sinks like it was
looking for a place to rest,
and I’ve written this
with a brain as dead as clay.
Outside my window,
it’s still bitterly cold,
and I sometimes get a feeling
this snow is inside of me,
and it will never go away.
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George Freek