Giving Ground

Wind's green strains through muted pine. The boughs of the bare oak crackle, whine as February gives ground and spring climbs the smoke-hazed ridge line. Strange thing about the mind - clearer than the

red-tails' keening and the jays strident cry: your voice comes to me after all this time.

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