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January 6, 2013
From the Needles Ferry

From the Needles Ferry

My home
a rhythm and harmony
of seasons

A place of spaces
of winds
of blues
and cool, cool greens

Young larch leaves

Young larch leaves

Friends look into your eyes
(and beyond)
they hug you fiercely
(and try to hold you here)
None of us know
where we will be

We are
a people of sighs
of the wind
a people who follow

like the people
like the wind
and the snow

Winter water

Winter water

are restless today
and gone tomorrow.

A captive grey wolf

A captive grey wolf

All Photos and Writings on this blog copyright J.A. Siderius, 2013

From → Poetry, writing

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