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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Why Do They Fear Me







 Far in the distance
Skier glides over snow field
Swiftly and smoothly.







 





Why do they fear me
These birds that eat on my porch?
I set their table!






 






Wood wind chimes ring out
Welcoming the winter wind;
(Just for a second).










 






 Olivia looks--
Then steps out of her warm barn
(And back in again).








 






Where is the stream now?
Buried under frozen snow.
No water tinkles.






 







They're no longer dark--
Deep woods lit up by the snow;
Bright Sunday morning.








 







 Suddenly the wind
Rips snow from the evergreens;
Creates its own storm.












No longer mobile
Snow covered car sits and waits
For the Spring to come.









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