brooks I used to listen
is frozen today, I walk
on it; it didn't break
I follow it to a lake
didn't see fish; snail
turtles piggy backing
by thin shore towards sun
black red throated bird
came to my view, pretty
I am waiting for her song
spread wings left me alone
I face sun to get me warm
clouds are shy left town
left ice thawing slowly
flirting with wind decay
my feet moving in hurry
towards home where I lay
dreaming of fall that pass
with all those green grass
then beneath that berry tree
I remember you're with me
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