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Poem — Quiet River
Just a short poem today.
Note: I modified this after first publishing it because I wasn’t quite happy with how it read. I don’t think anyone had viewed it yet, so it probably doesn’t matter.
It’s been so cold these last few weeks that even the rivers have started freezing over. They usually flow fast enough to remain open. Today, the gurgle of water is muffled beneath a layer of ice and snow.
For those using a screen reader, the poem is:
Hushed by the ice,
The river speaks in muffled tones.
The old tree,
Eavesdropping,
Leans over to listen.
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