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Friday, October 22, 2010

Small Resurrection




Bright streaks of sunlight
Fly up the white farm house
Bringing it to life.

Violin and fan
Lie in delicate embrace.
What is their story?









It's almost freezing;
Gloves wait in my pocket;
Wind blows up the road.











The flowers have left,.
Still St. Francis stands watching
For a miracle.









Stored winter heating
Lies in a tumbled wood pile

Waiting for release.

In morning sunlight
Dried out seed puffs come to life--
Small resurrection.









Old tree stump monster
Still holds the rock in his jaws;
But is not chewing.












No longer hidden:
Large nests high in the tree top;
Their builders long gone.



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