Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Caught in this fragment of eternity
Mother calls us home from play
in evening light, wrapped in silence
of yesterdays, dark woods stilled
land rising up, as night falls
in a sense of dreaming, all trapped
within mindís mirror, as though
deep in waters of Windermere
ancestors seeming to oversee
busy this momentary scene to be.

© Jan G. Otterstrom F. September 3, 2014