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Friday, January 17, 2014

Iced Light and Iced Dark



Fake red roses sit
On my dim kitchen table
Lighting up the day.

 


Lawn and trees are white;
The sky sheds only gray light;
Then, dream-like ray of sun.

 


Small frozen footprints
Of animals and small kids;
Their owners long gone.

 


Sun has broken out,
The streams are racing swiftly
Past small snow islands.


 

 Fence slats on the snow
Seem as if they are frozen:
Iced light and iced dark.




The half cocked mailbox
Looks like it asks a question.
(I hear no answer).




Through sunlit brambles
White being shimmers softly:
Ghost is eating hay.







Ghost is curious;
Comes to see if I have food;
Then loses interest.













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