A poem in the May issue of Red River Review
Christmas on Hazel Mountain
Rt. 63 straight up and over the ridgeline—
then the far slope and woods sheathed in ice,
every twig of every tree frozen last night
in cold plunging after rain....
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8:49 AM Posted by James Owens
1 comments:
Wonderful setting and use of imagery here. Good piece. Congratulations.
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