revolution

snowfall on last october’s dead leaves
fills the silence of a february morning
with unexpected longing, and
i walk slowly through the cold, forgetting
when these paths were green
and hopeful, their summers not yet
brought to bear.

2 thoughts on “revolution

  1. As I wandered through your site looking for things “about” you, I found a photo of someone running by the locks…Seattle? I know of no other locks, myself being from Ballard.

    Another great poem

  2. Something must have happened between October and February that has prevented the snow to melt. Yet, there is a warm feeling coming from the poem.

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