Thaw
The rain falls, washing
The soft, downy snow away.
The white ground covers
In gray and swampy puddles.
A chill of an air
Wisps across the thawing land,
Blowing the silence
To the wayside. My window
Soaks, flushed by a tapping stream.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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