January 3, 2009
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Winter River Lock Out
The River has its fill of snow. She is filled to the brim
Like us, after a bawdy New Years Eve
Our feeders stand empty – the birds sleep late even!
And how our pulse slows in this early Winter day. Even
the touch of our loved ones may not make us smile and glow.
Inside and through out our windows the River still rolls, sill
coldly rolls.