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Sunday, March 30, 2014

A Liquid Thunder




 My stream is rushing,
Water falls next to my house--
A liquid thunder.

 


 Moisture all around'--
In the dull gray cloud cover;
In the rushing stream.

 



 Dwindling snow bank
Shrinks swiftly on my front porch.
Mist drops on my face.

 



 Hanging from slim twigs
Rain drops distill morning light--
Transparent vision.


 


By side of the road
A small lake has developed
With thrown beer bottle.


 


 Fields are brown again;
Just scattered patches of white
Serve as memory.





Roaring water sounds
From deep within the forest.
Rooster crows and crows.





On the melted pond,
A small patch of white appears:
Reflection of snow.



 


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