Walk of March 25, 2017
A blank wall of gray
Between me and the mountains--
Soft power of mist.
Smoke from my roaster
Lifts and meets the mist outside--
Welcome each other.
Sailing through the air
A dark frigate held aloft:
Bird against the fog.
Still dark, stark and bare
Trees stand against the bareness--
Winter silhouettes.
Ravaged by winter
Steel fence brought down by soft snow;
Persistence furthers.
White has become gray--
Pristine snow banks caked with grime--
Winter transitions.
Embedded in white
Orange, pink and half eaten:
Apple core in snow.
The blacker the stump
The brighter the light that shines
Through its tiny eyes.
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