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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

A Garrulous Bird



 Blinding, the sun's rays
Blushing bright in the branches.
Just above zero.



 Sun rays that won't melt;
Lying flat upon the snow
Waiting there to thaw.

 


Frigid the swings hang;
No child to sit upon them
Or to warm their seats.

 


Long past Christmas tree
Lies fuzzy in the bushes;
No longer distinct.


 

 
Logs over stream beds
Two bridges over nothing
In this winter freeze.




Formed by plow and sun,
Round dunes stand by the road side;
(They do not shiver)




A garrulous bird
Keeps on asking a question
Flying through the air.




The woods are silent;
Still, shadows lie on the road.
Everything's frozen.
























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