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Saturday, December 08, 2018

The Kiss of Winter















"You looking at me?"
Lady cardinal regards me--
Then goes on eating.


























A flurry of birds
Takes the place of the snow fall
Which is soon to come.
















Still stuck in the leaves
Red piece of plastic survives
It its "out of" place.


















Solitary bird
Perched on the electric  wire--
Poof! And then it's gone.














Small flower of ice
Blooms above the rushing stream.
(Beyond, water's calm).





















Just the ice remains
At the bottom of the stream bed.
Winter takes its turn.

















Large pile of stacked wood
Stands next to the empty house--
No people. No fire.















The field is frosted
With a layer of whiteness--
The kiss of winter.































































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