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Monday, March 26, 2012

Forsythia Sun






  A flash of yellow,
But the clouds are overcast
Forsythia sun!
 

Now the sunshine blares
Blinding me in my kitchen.
I must take notice.


Brisk winds, lilac buds,
Rooster crows in breaking sun,
A far lone dog barks.


Wind raises bird songs
Floating above the whispers
Of the moving breeze.

 

 Tiny yellow bursts
Exploding at the road side--
Dandelion buds?


The thin tree branches
Double themselves on the barn side
Without an effort.

 
 Green, brown and yellow
Are the colors of the day;
Yellow sings loudest.

 

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