Saturday Poem: Dreaming

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In January, in the north,
the world is dreaming.

Ganglion tree branches finger
the landscape like a reader
flipping back and forth
through the pages of a book.

After midnight, the snow is blue
and deer tracks crisscross the yards
as sleepers lose their way
in semi-familiar hallways. 

Lamplight’s low glow reflects
upon the edges of memory
and of will. Emotion is the spectrum
reverie seeks to reveal.

Claire Bauerle has a master’s degree in creative writing and has taught classes in writing and in making gift booklets. She attends the Monroeville Poets writing workshops and lives in Squirrel Hill.

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