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Native Winter


Sarah Wagner



Lost in the swirl of winter's first kiss
Feathered in pristine white,
The voice of the season lures me
Into a wild, ancient dance.
Deep in my soul, fragments of drum beats
Sound loudly their contagious rhythm
Pulling me to celebrate in the old ways
Innocent of time, lost to history
Embedded in my blood
Embraced in my heart
Living on through me.




Author Bio

Sarah Wagner currently lives in West Virginia with her family. Her work has appeared in The Threshold, Penwomanship, Scorched Earth, and The Front Porch. Visit her online at

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"Native Winter" Copyright © 2005 Sarah Wagner. All rights reserved.
Published by permission of the author.


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