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Thursday, February 04, 2016

Stream Water Whispers


Walk of February 2, 2016










Bright the morning sun;
Warm, this winter temperature;
Active, the fat birds.












Amid the tall trees
Bundled forms disappearing--
(Kids at play again.)














Sun hits the dry leaves;
Doesn't bring them back to life.
Small birds keep feeding.












With his sharp eye cocked
Chickadee sits on the rail
Waiting his turn.













Two cats in the sun,
One is watching the other,
Watching  something else.












Stream water whispers
As it flows over shadows
Of tree limbs above.












Outside empty house
Empty chair basks in sunlight
Permeating it.












Frozen in the ice
Dead brown leaf is immobile.
Wind cannot touch it.






Walk of February 4, 2016





He is still trying--
Crazy persistent squirrel.
(No help from feeder).

















Gray winter morning;
Sunlight has gone from the sky
Leaving memories.












Truncated tree limbs;
Fur remains of a dead deer;
Gentle cold breeze blows.












Yesterday's rainfall,
Today's swollen, racing stream,
New born glistening ponds.


















Painted on dead trees,
Old pale lichen and new moss--
Colonies of life.
















Next to blasted stump
Dead mother log gives birth
To green ferns and moss.
















Friendly old stone walls
Keep nothing out, nothing in--
Spaces at both ends.






















Four tall trees growing
From the same spot in the ground;
(Do they share a seed?)





































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