RELUCTANCE
How can I bear to think
That one day I will not see
Chocorua’s winter-white peak
And the Three Sisters Ridge,
That one year without my note
Pine limbs will bend low
And birches make their bows
Under the weight of snow,
That I will not add my tracks
To those of the snow-shoe hare,
The single-footing fox
And the high-bounding deer
While ice particles chime
In the breath of the winter wind
And cardinals still proclaim
Their expectations of spring?
(February, 2014)
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