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Friday, May 02, 2008

Rebirth Miracle



The slate walk is dark;
Baby goat bleats for something;
Rain smell in the air.

Drooping daffodils
Bow down in the moist thick air;
Gray blanket of sky.









Two sharp silhouettes:
Bird in tree against the sky.
Stream whispers softly.

Cars race to and fro;
Insistent crows call from the sky;
The woods are so still.

As it falls apart

Dead log wears coat of green life--
Rebirth miracle.

Bent as if to spring
Baby fiddlehead ferns wait
To pop into green.

Above: gray blanket;
Below: the dim quiet woods;
In my head: thoughts buzz.








My old dog buddy--
We grow older together
Yet we never touch.




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