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Monday, March 04, 2013

Peaks and Valleys Line the Road







Squirrel on snowy lawn
Disappears in puff of gray
On to the brown lawn.

Who's that watching me,
The man hiding in the leaves?
(He's watching you, too.) 


Brown and white compete;
Snow is stopped at the earth's edge;
The sun plays with both.


Standing near my house
Wooden stake has been forever;
What is its function? 




Rough cold winter wind
Rushes up and slaps my face: 
"Wake up," it says, "Now!"





The ancient stone wall
Long fallen into disuse--
Now a pile of rocks.



The friends are walking;
They murmur around the bend;
Were they ever here?



Stark against the sky
Sumac hulks from last summer
Paint their silhouettes.



 No trespassing sign
Stands guard by imprisoned woods:
"STAY OUT! THIS IS MINE!!" 












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