Frost

The miles
grow longer
as the sun’s shadow stretches
and shade is sparse
beyond the green

Promises weigh heavy
a “hurry hurry”
to every step
as oxygen thins
into altitude

We carry grief and beauty
Together
on our own
less-traveled path
– Caroline A. Slee

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