The Linnet's Wings The Winter´s Tale, Ravens and Robins - Page 26

The Winter´s Tale Meditations on dear Petrov by Susan Tepper Set in 19th Century Russia during a time of war Nights I slip out to the tiny boat on the riverbank. Lapping. Scarcely enough to hold two. Cold, still, the nights. I am drawn to these wet boards. The smell of wood rotting. You dragged the boat to this very spot, dear Petrov. I can feel your boots sinking in the muck. At least a season has passed. Bending to touch where you trod. While above me birds cackle in the black sky. Great flocks coming back to roost. Today it warmed enough that I might sweep the path. Clearing de- 26