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Monday, January 25, 2016

At Whim of the Wind









Rising overhead:
Men in orange uniform
Cutting down the trees. 















Birds flee from feeder
As the sounds from the buzz saw
Envelope the air.
























Collette and the kids
Watch the fall of the large tree--
Now, an empty space.



















Above the tree line
Plane etches white in the sky.
Birds call around.

















Luminescent leaf
Still glowing next to the stream.
It's frozen in place.





















At whim of the wind
Dead tree limb hangs suspended;
I swiftly pass by.























A path of bright ice
Gleaming into the forest--
Fairy stepping stones.





















My invading thoughts
Abduct and carry me off
Far from my footsteps.


































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