Bright sun on brown twigs;
Birds hopping for their breakfast;
February morn.
Ten pounds of bird seed;
So I'm responsible for
Ten pounds of bird shit.
Little gray mountain
Resides in front of my house;
Where did it come from?
The trees, road and sky
Echo their three dimensions
On this sunny day.
A small ice flower
Blooms above the rushing stream,
Stolid and frozen.
Brown hanging dead leaves
Return to life once again
With the sun's magic.
Barren steel railing
Has fostered a strange bouquet
Of thorns and brambles.
Shadows, trees and rocks
Cohabitate in the woods--
Silent harmony.
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