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Thursday, November 08, 2012

Glorious Chaos

 
No snow flake on ground;
Where is this Northeaster storm?
Two blue jays play tag.
 
Pumpkin on table
With magazines, cups and spoon--
Glorious chaos. 

Wreckage on my lawn--
Giant maple is undone
By force of the wind.
 
Silvery Pampas
Has been transformed into hay
In a season's flash.
 
 Only faint ripples
Float in the clear mirrored stream;
Brighter than the sky.
Trembling in the tree
An ancient spider web waits--
Without a spider.






Suspended in air,
Two branches hang upside down--
Wooden acrobatics.

Abandoned bungi
Lies in the road with one hook.
How useless is that?

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