Distant children's laughs
Sound like a flock of wild geese
In the cold crisp air.
Hens cluck on my left
While roosters crow up the hill--
Poultry symphony.
Breaks in the stream's ice
Reveal dark running water;
Sky is glacial blue.
Bare, brown and frigid,
The patch had thawed then frozen--
February dance.
A rough wind was here;
A tall thick tree cracked in two,
Now shrieks silently.
A friend stops his car;
We chat for a few moments.
I'm no longer cold.
Three dots on one side;
Bell and number on the other--
Telephone bingo.
Flutter in the bush;
Pastel red flash of cardinal;
Then she flies away.
Cheeky woodpecker
Does not stop when I walk by,
But keeps on drumming.
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