Sun lit strawberries
Sit on my kitchen table
As the birds grab seeds.
Flashing in the sun--
Translucent wings fluttering
Swiftly as the light.
Snow banks fade away,
Just dirty little remnants
Of a white winter.
Knot holes in the trees
Give dimensionality
And secret portals.
It leans each winter
Road sign veering to the left--
Defeated by the snow.
Three nails and blank wood
Mark the sign without meaning.
The letters are gone.
Snow drops keep rising
On the soft moistened spring earth.
Marking the season.
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