Poem: Winter Nights

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By Rachel Baird

A winter’s softer night abrades the human,

Alone to release of skin,

Once stripped away

Following the red,

The woods, dunes, ground

Fading into shadow disappears,

Only the sky and water left

Speaking in whispers to each other,

Out past that long blue line

We go unseen.

Rachel Baird spends her winters walking Dogfish Bar for poetic inspiration.