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Friday, February 22, 2019

Some Things Never Change













 Drip, drip, dripping drops
Fall in a stream from the eaves.
It's melting time here.
























Tail of a cardinal
Hangs down from the bird feeder
Motionless eating.















Collette seems happy
As Olivia licks her;
Some things never change.













Two solar panels
Cast their shadows in the sun--
Opposites attract.












A chorus of birds
Chirps and sings to each other
Each in their own tongue.

















Tumbled garbage cans--
From the snow plows or the snow?
Only the cans know.














In the empty woods
Just trees,  snow and shadows live;
Wind is blowing through.















The young pine sapling
Bends down and kisses the ground
And keeps on growing.





















































































Thursday, February 07, 2019

Something Awakens

















Even snow seems gray
On this February day.
Where has the sun gone?
















The bird feeder swings
Even without any birds--
No wind--must be ghosts.

















Filthy banks of snow
Bird seeds scattered on my porch--
Winter detritus.


























Between the snow banks
Stream sparkles its way forward--
Cheerful melting sound.
















Sounds of rushing streams
Burbling ever onward;
The world is melting.
















In the dappled woods
Snow and water coexist--
Merging at border.













Forest is restless;
Birds are shouting from all sides;
Something awakens.
















Young sprouts are rising
In the everflowing tub;
Is spring forever?