Kind winter

winter hardly outlasts a poem
mark my words in winter lines
as small fires of  poet’s winter.

but small fires feast big winter.
the winds blow in a green river
as small river laughs on ripples.

winter is kind to wrinkled face
like river’s mind wind blowing
and island sleeping like canine
about human corners of winter.

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