The bright clear rays of sun
Piercing sharply my kitchen
Wake me up this time.
I'm lost in my thoughts
And need to find a way out--
A path through shadows.
Lick of young bull's tongue--
Wet sandpaper on fingers.
Alfred trusts me now.
When it stood alone
This plant spoke Springtime in snow;
Now the snow's leaving.
An old frayed blanket
Worn out by the loving child:
Snow bank falls apart.
Exploring a rock
Chipmunk cares not about me,
Then just disappears.
A purple bouquet
Lies upon the melting snow.
(Were roses last week).
Rock pile in the woods
Looks like it had been placed there;
By whom, when and why?
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