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When Waters Rise

Painting and Advent Poem

Howling wind
howling beasts
the night is dark
the moon is on the snow
the trees gesticulate, sway, moan
we are all miles from home
inside the wildness
waiting, the stillness
peace on earth
on the howling, the darkness, the swaying, the moaning,


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