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Friday, January 22, 2016

Or Give Me a Kiss










Sun streams through windows
Showing off the dirty glass;
(Bitter with better) 












Coffee roaster whirls--
Room is filled with pungent smell:
Morning wake up call.














Collette comes over;
She wants to say a hello
Or give me a kiss.












Through the evergreens
Pond is beginning to freeze;
Stream keeps on flowing.















Shadows on the road  
Winding soft up the driveway
Into the forest.













Old forest stream bed
A chain of frozen puddles
Waiting for the Spring.














Discarded bumper
Lies at the edge of the road--
A piece of found art.













Unseen, in the woods,
Sounds of ripping and sawing;
Dead trees will succumb.














Hundred and forty
Rings mark each year this tree lived. 
It was just cut down.



















































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