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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

And Quick Flitting Birds



 Dark lines--white background:
My porch slats against the snow
Lifted by the sun.



Single digits here;
Inside it's warm and cozy.
Window is the line.



Channel in the snow
Narrow enough for a snake,
But made by humans.




Old barn house is home
To shadows and icicles
And quick flitting birds.



Snow dunes and shadows
Gently hold the sleeping stream--
Winter lullaby.




Snow storm comes tonight?
Now it's clear sky and sunlight.
Imagination!




Like a burrowed worm
Long log lies under the snow.
(Has no place to go.)




Sinuous driveway
Seems endless under the snow--
Magic of winter.



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