#poem #poetry #amwriting homeward through woods

homeward through woods

in unison
we three step leap the stream
   landing together
   marching in step

   and you cry
'look at how light the green leaves are'

   the crusted sweat of walking
   flakes at our vibration
      falls in snowdrops
      to the rustled brown floor
   all there is
is contained within
   this bell of your voices

as you run to balance on stones
   crack sticks to echoes
blow the stasis of winter
   from your lungs
                      gather freckles

The Blue Book

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