At the silent vigil

Dave BontaJanuary 31, 2017epigrams and conundrums, forest

Beech trees in the snow, still hanging on to their dried and faded leaves.

we brought our words folded up like dangerous umbrellas.

Published by Dave Bonta

I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS. View all posts by Dave Bonta

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