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J e a n n e   B e r n h a r d t
The Snow Poems




Telling you was not hard
the snow is hard the ground is hard
the falling of feathers
all these things…
toiling in this element
watching you across from me
feeling almost nothing and behind
nothing empty
as though it were easy, our witness
moving through a forest cut
no marks found in snow
no coming and
to leave not looking back
something that simple


© Jeanne Bernhardt 2004





Last updated 13 July, 2004