Floe
flowing
like
Time
's frozen memories,
fragmented and released,
breaking free
to drift
in unchartered waters.
In Spring, not a trace
of the
melting of years.
Only the river remembers,
its waters containing
the record of its own
passage
the slow, steady hardening,
the separating of itself
from itself
the separating of itself
from itself
flowing alongside itself
merging into
itself
like
Time.
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*First poem of 2010 by Annie Wyndham. Photo taken last year, with my older camera, during a walk along the St. Lawrence River at the foot of the Sanctuary in Cap-de-la-Madeleine, QC.
*First poem of 2010 by Annie Wyndham. Photo taken last year, with my older camera, during a walk along the St. Lawrence River at the foot of the Sanctuary in Cap-de-la-Madeleine, QC.
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