 
		 
			
     
		
		
	
		    Remembering Marc Lerner
February woods in a winter's full moon;
An empty estuary stood in a silent tune:
A precise still sound; an ice cold ground,
The sky, light, trees, and snow commune.
			
		February woods in a winter's full moon;
An empty estuary stood in a silent tune:
A precise still sound; an ice cold ground,
The sky, light, trees, and snow commune.
