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Poetry and Pictures
All poems and pictures © 2016-2025 Ruth M. Hamlow
Saturday, December 12, 2020
Gather and go
The chill
gray air
is full of the calls
of geese
the echoes
sound
like legions
I imagine them
gathered
at the golf course
crowding
the driving range
nibbling grass
still tinged
with green
but the lake
has frozen
Soon
it may be time
to go
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