The rocky mountain tops used to cradle winter.
Bowls of ice, white blankets, held in stone arms
comfort over centuries.
A decade of cataracts, dripped.
Now, monolithic arms are empty,
so even ancient glacier tears are dry.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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Oh, I love this one.
I’m glad!
Thanks for dropping in!