Crows caw to music;
Young mother opens barn door;
Spring tapping its feet.
Green moss covered rocks;
The stream sparkles around them;
Snow is receding.
Old dog in the sun
Lies, pants and blinks happily.
Is winter over?
The empty red swing
Suspended above the snow
Patiently waiting.
Pickup truck passes;
A strong blast of tobacco.
Cigarette on wheels.
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