Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Crossing


                                             Crossing the Crow Wing River

                                               I remember our visit

                                               to the Indian mounds


                                               O' to wake once more

                                               into that summer morning

                                               open and waiting





Photograph: Ebru Sidar
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4 comments:

  1. Geo.May 1, 2019 at 10:52 PM

    "...To wake once more..." We can ask no greater gift from memory. Beautiful poem.

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  2. cyclopsevenMay 7, 2019 at 11:33 AM

    It’s always a blessing to return to the source of our joys. Some places keep rewriting the memories, especially the soul-enriching ones. I always admire your choice of words and your grand story(ies) conveyed through those well woven verses. Keep flowing like the Crow Wing River.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineMay 7, 2019 at 6:40 PM

      Thank you so much for this thoughtful response. Yes, flowing like the river! :)

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