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Friday, January 13, 2012

The World Reflected

 


Sun shines through rain drops;
Snow melting on the ground;
A "wintery mix
".


 Shining birch tree trunks
Glisten in the morning sun;
Drips fall from the eaves.

 



 In a single drop
Hanging from the branch's tip--
The world reflected.


In the snow white field
The solar reflector stands
Waiting hungrily.

 

Bent by last year's snow
Fence stands for this year's onslaught--
Seasonal jousting.


Mirrors in the snow--
Ice puddles shimmer in the woods
Alive with motion.


The old stumps are white,
Their dark cracks covered with white--
Transformed familiar.

 

My chattering mind
Never says anything new.
Squirrel races ahead.

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