Before a Winter

Precariously,
the sycamores perch
on the river bank.

Tangled roots,
unearthed,
claw the gravel.

Yellow leaves litter
the ground
like unanswered letters

or debts too high
to be forgiven.

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  1. Congratulations Agnes. Beautiful poem. Keep going! You are a Woman Unleashed! Wishing you every Blessing.

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