Rotation of Scenes
Patches of snow sprinkled on the leaves
Lay on the hill climbed many times
And I wonder how many scenes
Have been kept safely in memory
Through seasons of visions and thoughts
Whether it be with chill or with warmth
Bare trees revealing the sky’s beauty
Opening up the distant views
Or trees in full bloom with close up color
Later fallen like paper under the snow
In rotation of scenes captured
On the hill that has quietly frozen
As if sleeping, waiting to be seen and heard
In the slow dripping, melting of spring
In this wonder of momentary silence
Except for the crackling of leaves,
I remember in a cold breath of fresh air
How winter begins, on the hill
Heidi Sands
11/18/17
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