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Friday, January 25, 2013

It Is a Heat Wave

Why are we worried
When the temperature is twelve?
It is a heat wave!
Coffee is roasting;
The morning sun is rising.
(Is this a new day?)
 
My giant maple
Rooted firmly in the ground
Loyally won't fall.
 
Wrapped in frigid blue
News waits on end of driveway;
(It's no longer hot).
 
In this subdued light
Black birds fly across the road
In utter silence.
 
  In the frigid snow
Small willowy pine saplings
Continue to grow.

Bright shiny surface:
Sun slides across the iced snow
But doesn't touch it.







Clear ice crystals form,
But the water keeps flowing
In the wooden tub.


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