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The weather was my wind vane.
Overcast. Rainy. Frigid. Wind-blown.
Now, that ice is cracking, dripping down,
Softening into something that pools.
Amending the soil.
Giving rise to the green shoots of seeds,
Blown my way year after year.
I’m only now appreciating what was
Always within my compost pile.
About the Creator
Philip Canterbury
Storyteller and historian crafting fiction and nonfiction.
2022 Vocal+ Fiction Awards Finalist [Chaos Along the Arroyo].
Top Story - October 2023 [All the Colorful Wildflowers].
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