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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 © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/13/2016 6:00:00 PM
this is so interesting and different. Glad I stopped by to see one of your free verse. let me see a few of the others I had to postpone seeing last night.
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Date: 2/12/2016 2:52:00 PM
Wonderful words Thomas ... I've got the Art Garfunkel track Bright Eyes whizzing through my head: -) hugs jan xx
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Date: 2/12/2016 2:49:00 PM
Fantastic use of imagery, Thomas. I enjoyed reading this delightful poem! Love, Kim
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