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Monday, January 22, 2018

Deeper than Death

From walk of January 20,2018














Snow bursts touch wind chimes;
Small birds huddle at feeder;
Winter storm has come. 













Between the clear drops;
Small birds come to the feeder--
Dots against the white.























Furious melting,
Persistent as a snow storm,
But much more gentle.


















Against the barn door;
Collette scratches her fur cheek.
(She could be smiling.)
















Shadows on the snow 
Ripples in the mirror stream;
Mysterious tracks.















St. Anthony's back,
Surrounded by his tall friends,
Unperturbed by snow.


















Beneath the smooth snow
Two dead logs are sleeping--
Deeper than death.















At every winter
Ancient boulder gets older,
Sprouting a cold beard.
















Ice and reflections
Exist in the roadside pond--
Give a mixed message.


































































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