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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Under the Ice Shelves


It's sunny but cold;
Black holes peek from frozen snow;
Puddles now glisten.












Hens are complaining--
Low grumping rasping voices
Reach out to the road.

Bouncing water light;
Whoosh of the icy wind;
Childhood memories.










Rubbish through the trees;
A glimpse of crumpled boxes;
Soon they will be gone.







Soft shadows, moss lawn;
Snow cover has slipped away
Like a used prom dress.

Winding from the tree,
Thick snake like roots touch the air;
Can go no further.







Through the cold winter
Monster stump held stone captive
But could not eat it.












Under the ice shelves
Sparkling streams of water.
Look! Phantom snow flakes.

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