Still
under autumn's first skiff
of snow
a softened shore
hangs white willow over water
smooth
as mercury glass
then
a drop of thaw
and winks of ripple
from the island
wings feather-brush
through air
the constellation V's
rise
and go on rising
until again that easing
into pause
the water
stills
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