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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

Spring Tides

spring tides pull 

hard on the heart

melt water  fills streams

tears, sometimes blood

northern sun shines sad

gusts of sorrow off the sea

gulls and godwits return 

ravens build their nests

in the cemetery chainsaws

cut permafrost below crosses

we tremble

with the willows

what is, what was

what will be

could be

summer tides deliver dawn

that last for days, then

comes the fear, fleeting

too soon

gulls and godwits turn south

ravens nests stand empty

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