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Monday, April 09, 2012

Ethereal Dance

 
The wind rules the day;
Branches bend under gray sky;
We can only wait.
Sudden gust of wind;
Pines bow to forsythia--
Ethereal dance. 


A single bird calls
Unseen in the gray cloud sky;
Behind, wind train sound.
 Pot of petunias
Shiver in the morning wind,
Give light to grayness.
Standing like sentries
Garbage cans guard the two roads
From all passing trash.
Rubbish in the woods
Looks trashier on gray days.
Wind roars in the pines.
No sun to greet me
As I walk the return trip;
Just skittering leaves.






Flash of bright colors
Leap out in the morning gloom:
Glow blue and soft red.

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