A light grayish haze
Seems to float down from the sky,
Invisible, warm.
Car hums by outside,
Its swish muted in the house--
Silence magnified.
Chocolate M and M's?
No. Shiny pile of deer shit.
Deer flee the hunters.
Creatures on the lawn--
Wicker monsters open mouths
To catch tired behinds.
Last Autumn's wood pile
Scattered where it had fallen
Three seasons ago.
Chain saw is humming;
Back packed hiker walks ahead;
High above, plane drones.
It's suddenly warm;
Snow memories have melted;
Sun lights up the woods.
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