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Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Winter Softness



Sunshine icicles
Glow brightly while they're dripping--
Growing and dying.




Patches of dark black
Lie on background of bright white--
Play of sun and light.




Alfred eats some snow,
Just like any school kid would--
A free snowcicle.




Shadow mountain range
Beside the rocky snow bank
Mirrors what is not.



Sensual white shapes
Sculpted by the snow and wind
Recline in the stream.




The woods are rolling
With shadows, snow shapes, and sun:
A winter softness.




Subaru passes;
I wave at the waving hand;
(Don't know who it is).




Three white capped tree stumps
Ascend the hill like old guards
Of unseen kingdom.






These were written before I left to spend my winter solstice holidays with my beloved daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law on the other side of the country. Hope everybody has a wonderful time celebrating the rebirth of light.

























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