The Road You Mean
today the January snow
the sky a heavy dark of steel
made those old whiskery fence posts seem black
and too the fingers of those tall swaying trees
seemed to be searching for something
I could not see what for
until the crows came speaking your name
and I remembered
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Hope you’ve been following the terrible winter storm, that have been ravaging our former home state. Thanks for sharing the poem, and God bless all of youyonder. e/s
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