winter
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The sun is nowhere to be seenand an icy wind is slicing throughleafless trees. An old friend has diedand another is trying to hold onto his once brilliant mind. In warmer weather I often meet turtlesI know on this path, now coveredwith snow. Winter doesn’t matter muchto us anymore. Our Stonehenge folks,who, like us, were Read more
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I don’t know much about gods,but I think the oak tree on our hill might be one. It’s stood for yearswith outstretched arms, sheltering birds, scattering nuts to those in need,and offering shade from the sun to everyone. For longer than we’ve been alive, this treehas been wrestling life from earth and stone, losing limbs Read more
Selected Poems by Tom Crider 