The cobalt shadows…

The cobalt shadows
of the poet trees

stretch in last light,
limbs entwining,

across the snow
to the russet alders

that grow to the edge
of the beaver pond.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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