L'aura del Campo

The river is wide [299]

The river is wide

The river rests —
frozen over.
Memories of the past a palimpsest
of snow
begging me to etch new beginnnings
but
the melt breaks through
like spring that follows winter
like summer that follows spring.
In autumn I thought I had time,
time enough,
but winter's blast has found me,
frozen me here
on the banks of cold waters
I shall never cross over —
again.

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