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On still, bare branches
new growth appears.
At long last,
the end of Winter?
-Melinda Schwakhofer, 2013

Brambles
In the tangled time
‘twixt winter and spring,
sun shines through
a skein of cloud.- Melinda Schwakhofer, 2013

Confident in her beauty
she carelessly drops
a spill of petals.
- Melinda Schwakhofer, 2013

Indian Summer shadow;
tales of Winter’s coming
etched by the sun.
- Melinda Schwakhofer, 2012

A glimpse of brilliance
beneath a wintry sky.
We are not forsaken.
- Melinda Schwakhofer, 2012

