Splinter

 

It didn’t happen today,

but a few days ago.

Surely you noticed.

I know that you know.

The start. The first

evidence of the thirst

the new,

a true beginner.

Everything’s not down

though we now have the browns,

along with the edge of the splinter.

Of all that was Fall

we now hear the call,

the sharp carp,

the crisp harp of Winter.

2019

Photo by Mar Startari, 2018

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