Scott Ransopher

NOVEMBER WIND

Snow swirling from mountains ascended
Whitecaps racing from the shore wondered
Crescendos cascading down the canyon settled
 
Grit scouring age lines into her face
 
While
 
Polishing scratches off her soul
Burnishing like ice on her path
Golden in the slanting light

written 1998

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