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Wind over water; a gust that comes from somewhere other than this place

The Evergreen stands in woods of winter decay; green as Spring in snow

A story, written in cloud – a visual tale of forward motion

A splash of purple set against a scene of white; a single violet

Sunlight off the snow reminds us of Spring lanterns; change always happens

Some gaps can't be filled - like New England street potholes, centers of donuts

for Algot

A morning flurry - bundled up, in a hurry; like mice, we scurry

Boreas blasts cold from the North – a wind brings forth tidings of winter

There's no one here.

I am here.

You were gone before I arrived.

I am here.

Just traces of words.

There's no one here.

I am here.

Before you arrived, I had left.

There's no one here.

I am here.

a Broetry poem for #ds106

We mend the frayed knot by first taking it apart, then joining the ends