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Saturday, February 02, 2013

A Flower of Ice



 
Coffee in roaster;
Fresh cereal in the bowl;
The sun is shining.

Rectangles and squares
Frame the sunshine and the trees
From my outside porch.

It only sits there
Gathering shadows and light,
Lovely useless shack.

Rising from the grass
Little birds flee to the pines,
Then dart across road.


A flower of ice
Blossoms in the rising stream--
An oxymoron.
Snow maid has fallen--
Only her butt remains;
Such indignity!
My shadow is long;
Telephone pole's is longer;
Cold wind from the woods.

Beneath ice and leaves,
Softly, whispers of water flow;
Sun paints the stone wall.




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