This entry is part 37 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Day by day
the shadows are dwindling,
assuming more realistic shapes,

like the ambitions of a man
in middle age.
The snow hardens underfoot.

I hear the first
mourning dove call of the year:
desire in a minor key.

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