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Monday, December 16, 2013

Seem to Hint at Light

 
Icicles glimmer
In the cold morning sunlight.
They are not melting.



Shadows on the snow
Are softer than in the Spring,
Seem to hint at light.


Two blue packages
At start of the long driveway
Speak owner's absence.




A white monolith
Standing at edge of the field--
Sculptured by the wind.






Where's the old stream bed?
Sleeps beneath dunes and shadows,
Dreaming of the Spring.




A little snow bird
Perched on the edge of the pole
Sculpted by the wind.





They went to the woods
These tracks frozen in the snow.
(They do not return.)





Lightly the leaf flies
Skipping across the snow banks;
Stopping for a rest.




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