Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Withering Winter...

(Carolyn Victoria)
Repetitious repeating patterns
Windmills turn over and over
Water falls calmly downstream
while wild Salmon continue to fight upwards.
Pushing their way through, silently,
knowing this is what they need to do.
Call my name.
Over and over and over.
But it's not the same.
There are those who wait to pounce-
Patiently watching as their prey move by-
No need to strike--
The distance enlivens the taste.

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