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Though a Cold Wind Rages
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Lynne Santy Tanner


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With a February hint of spring
the early morning sun
takes aim across the trees,
randomly chooses one,
leaving all the others
to toss in purple shadow.

by Lynn Santy Tanner.
Used with the author’s permission
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Lynne Santy Tanner was born in New York City but has lived for many years in North Carolina. A professional dancer and choreographer, she also writes and paints. A frequent artist-in-residence at the Hambidge Center in Rabun Gap, Georgia, Lynne is the author of two chapbooks and her poems have appeared in numerous publications.


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Sherry:
Just the sort of poem I like - filled with vivid images, simplicity, and brevity. A beautiful description for this time of year!
Posted 02/27/2012 09:24 AM
marenomitchell:
The compact delivery of this poem makes me envious.
Posted 02/26/2012 11:31 AM
69Dorcas:
That must have been a special tree.
Posted 02/26/2012 09:45 AM
Donna Pflueger:
Lynn, in six brush strokes, you painted a vivid canvas. The image was so clear and your ending was more like an expansion of the whole poem.
Posted 02/26/2012 08:34 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
Lovely word picture. Thanks for the uplift!
Posted 02/26/2012 08:14 AM


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