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Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Softly the Snow Falls







Softly t he snow falls

Without a sound or fury;
Just resonant white.








Monday, February 17, 2020

Will March Be Summer?







A bright warm Spring day;
Wait! It's late February;
Will March be summer?













Dark mailbox shadows
Cling silently to their hosts;
Forever conjoined.













Empty B and B
Shows its vacancy in snow;
No tracks or people.












Grandma and grandpa
Playing in snow with the kids;
(Who's having more fun?)











































Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Shadows on the Snow








Shadows on the snow
Creating a light impression
That I cannot touch.














A skim of thin ice
Barely covers the farm pond.
Dry husks still poke up.













Almost happily
The stream burbles endlessly.
(I feel happy too)











Reflecting the sun
Stream sends up its own sparkles.
Water/light combine.














Saturday, February 08, 2020

Slow Spring Eternal










  Shining bright sunlight
Glows  browning the bare branches;
Picks up my spirit .

















For a century
This house has welcomed its strangers;
Now? It does the same 

.














Ice and snow agree
This winter is really here
And it's really cold  

















In the rushing stream
Just one piece of ice sticks up
(There is always one )














The lone swing hangs
Many years without a tush ;
Swaying in the breeze .
































Stark tall tree trunk
Reaches towards the sky
Slow spring eternal.  







 

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Shadows are Captive



Shadows are captive
Held prisoners of themselves;
Art mimics the truth.