Excerpt from Award-Winning Poetry Collection, ‘The Weight of Snow’

More autumn months graced by frost,
the flowering quince dies. I set out
to walk the edge of the woods,
think of all the pleasures in being alone.

c. B. L. Bruce
First published by the Soundings Review

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