Rock Ridge Place
A forty degree drop
overnight --
And the flakes, at first
gusting horizontally
in murmurating clouds,
--the pines standing still --
are growing,
in size and profusion --
their steady, serene
vertical fall
a generous salve
on the raw red rocks
of a difficult season.
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Martha T. Terrell
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