The First
Woodpeckers,
and silence,
above woodlands
along the beach
of memories,
the new year
opens
in dawn,
time,
and light,
the wind
and seas
still,
at rest,
and so to walk
upon the shoreline
empty
as yet
of footsteps
under
the bluest
of skies
and tides,
for there are
wings
of days
many,
to come
to lift
and hope
for a blossoming
south
from an awakening
west.
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