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Her Muted Breath
it comes alive, stirring the soul
waking the spirit to a world
painted by snowfall’s gentle brush
like a white canvas, the first steps
across the blanketed path
leave imprints of hope, imprints
revealing what it means to see
silence at war with nature’s breath
it laughs at the hurried steps
of a heart rushing past
autumn’s light as she breathes
her caress, against the sun
who blends with the forest
to calm every ache, each storm
beyond the music of the leaf’s
quiet fall, the dance of fall
silence, she weeps through it all
her pen soothing away the sound
interfering with her muted breath
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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