Behind the windows
There is no breeze or sunshine;
Mechanical hum.
There is no breeze or sunshine;
Mechanical hum.
Snow's gone in the road;
Snow shadows still on the lawn
Tree branches swaying.
Rooster or children?
Cry is too far away to know;
Calling so distant.
Far above the barn,
Small house hidden in the trees.
I never look up.
Cry is too far away to know;
Calling so distant.
Far above the barn,
Small house hidden in the trees.
I never look up.
Water all around;
Instant ponds and rushing streams;
Alchemy of Spring.
The receding snow
Reveals a lost artifact:
Last Fall's bicycle.
Water in the woods--
Small streams emerge from nowhere;
White melts into green.
Dripping off the rock
Icicles melt in the sun;
Stream flows by the road.
Instant ponds and rushing streams;
Alchemy of Spring.
The receding snow
Reveals a lost artifact:
Last Fall's bicycle.
Water in the woods--
Small streams emerge from nowhere;
White melts into green.
Dripping off the rock
Icicles melt in the sun;
Stream flows by the road.
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