Poetry Excerpt from “Crossing the Meadow”

I listen to a lark chirrup in the reeds
beside a bay laurel,
flitting–hurried and winded–
above the meadow,
trampled and slick with dew
where the mule deer have bedded down
in the night.

Excerpt from The Weight of Snow

c. B. L. Bruce

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