Yours was an empty chair, a track of earth
scuffed into the rug. Along window-
sills were seashells you had brought back,
and stones silk-smooth from gushing water.
In winter, your shadow darkened the snow
where you huddled to watch deer creep
down to ice floes; you wanted to see
their tongues touch water, were still
enough for cardinals to fleck trees
around you. You possessed such quietude.
Semi Antique 9x12 Oriental M...
Into Memory - 8x10 Fine Art ...
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Crystal Snowflake 6x6 Tile
Winter Path with Beech Leave...
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Ice Floe Earrings of Gray Mo...
Heirloom Red Deer Tongue Let...
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Bone Moon and Sun Brooch
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