January 7, 2019
Twelve below freezing!
Birds still fly to the feeder;
The house is cozy.
It swings back and forth--
Bird feeder when birds are gone;
It's a ghost motion.
Olivia chews,
Her mouth filled with sumptuous hay--
Each day same/different.
Solar sign lying
In the frozen stubby field.
Is taking a rest.
Though my fingers freeze,
Stream water keeps on flowing;
(I'll keep moving too.)
Today is Monday;
Sunday's paper lies untouched;
A mute testament.
New skin on the pond
Obscures the water beneath
With frozen ripples.
Great long wall of stone
Built by ancient hand of God
Guards the mountain top.
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