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Barbara Robidoux

Long Winter Dreams I remember bone-freezing winters buried by snows Maples, ash and birch cracked from the cold, life gone to roots. Feeding fires through the night I remember the goes inside time when to sleep alone was rare. Earth pregnant and silent around us Full moon on new snow turned night into day. We'd rise from our bed bundled in blankets to meet our shadows. We walked on frozen lakes where in summer we swam ice moaned and creaked as we searched for the lucky spot to drop line and fish for togue . Grandma's voice like a song sang us winter stories only when the snakes and bears were asleep How Bears Lost their Tails Rabbits Snow Dance danced in our dreams. These were the times before Sangre de Cristos Before dry high desert days when water was all around us and we were nourished by long winter dreams.

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Issue #25, February, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.