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I have taken root.
My hair, once brown, has turned
Grey overnight,
Its fingers catch in the wind.
I am frozen icicle,
My heart,
I am ice age.
I am like many dogs barking
On a distant hill.
Colette Maxfield lives in the U.K. near the point where the Thames river meets the Kennet canal. Currently working in a University/union setting. Writing free verse poetry and has poems published via The Broken Spine and the DarkWinter Literary Magazine.