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An artfully altered photo of a wooded space...a foreground of young, pale-leaved beech trees, and a carpet of dried leaves below.
“Fallow” — C.Birde, 2/22

“Soon,

soon…”

She spoke

from a space betwixt

sleep & waking.

“I will exchange

this fallow Winter gown

for one

of green-tendrilled

Spring…”

— C.Birde, 2/22

7 Comments

  1. sleep you rise
    wiser
    with sand in eyes
    and smile
    and broil hot tea
    and a scone perhaps.


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