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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