The days get longer;
Groundhog Day is approaching.
Still, I sleep later.
Woodpecker is poised
Outside my kitchen window--
Feeder as tree worms.
Despite the cold breeze
He munches happily on grass.
(He's got a fur coat).
Stopping and chatting
We share stories about death.
Then we both move on.
Pounding on the hill:
Unseen management of things--
Wooden resistance.
Suspended in air,
Fallen tree limb has become caught
By fellow branches.
Yesterday's mirror--
Today's opaque sheet of ice
At the roadside pond.
Climbing up the hill
While never losing its place:
The ancient stone wall.
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