Winter’s Last Whimper

I stand on this ridge

seeing until Appalachian boulders

are swallowed by mist.

Bagpipes, sounds from some movie,

play in my memory, a reminder

that loneliness has a sound.

I zip my jacket, tighten my hood.

Even winter dies


3 thoughts on “Winter’s Last Whimper

  1. Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I am a poet, novelist and artist living in Appalachia. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way.
    nochipa on said:

    Thank you, Sumedh,

    Your words are always appreciated and so very true. Thank you for reminding me.

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