weatheringA Poem by Ed Hartvediowinter
not the one that sullies this new skirt of sleepy snow
not the tired eternity implacable and sooted that gathers and grows until every day-to-day is minnesota weary
where the altar of my fire and sacrament of flavored poets no longer hides the durable testing of this season has arrived again
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2017 Last Updated on April 10, 2017 AuthorEd HartOlympia, WAAbout3/11/17, i am taking this way to notify my friends and readers that several months ago i was given my walking papers from this dimension...i have pancreatic cancer, stage 4, metastasized...so, you can.. more..Writing
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