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A Hundred Gourds 3:1 December 2013
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black ice
and I have no stick –
Heaney is dead

spaceClaire Everett - UK
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  beside the highway
a patch of winter woods
I’ll never enter

spaceMatthew M. Cariello - USA
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    replacing stones
in the old stone wall...
my neighbor tips his hat

space Michele L. Harvey - USA
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with
what
light
is
left
the
dish
rag
drip
ping

spaceChad Lee Robinson - USA
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  short twilight
the dog circles
its burrow

space Ramesh Anand - India
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    I give up
on singletoo.com
first winter light

spaceChen-ou Liu - Canada
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black on black
a distant star becomes
everything

spaceKala Ramesh - India
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  cold ocean spray –
across eighty thousand kalpas
              this blizzard swirls

space William Seltzer - USA
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    popping
of
point
the
to
socks
my
pulling
solstice –
winter

spaceChad Lee Robinson - USA
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                        trees of ice –
how strange has become the fawn’s
                        first winter

spaceWilliam Seltzer- USA
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  street lamp her first sight of snow

spaceEric Otto - USA
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    a snowman’s world
with its white beginning
in a snowman’s eyes

spaceJeffrey Woodward - USA
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winter moon
the garden path and Buddha
the same shade of white

space Francis Masat - USA
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  through snowdrifts we sit –
a couple of stones
gathering snow

space Mark Kaplon - USA
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    longest night
snow falling through
our silence

space Bill Kenney - USA
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