Winter Dream
I dream of small mottled rabbits
Sleeping in silver caves under snowy river banks;
I step stone by slippery stone
Across the clear ice-flecked water,
Shall I waken?
Dreaming of marmoset and beaver,
Dreaming Native dreams
Of small, bright-eyes,
Scurrying or cruel but always Bright. . .
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016
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