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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Sliding into Sunshine


 

 Incessant clucking--
Rooster is trying to talk.
Can't get the words out.


 




All of a sudden
I can see through my mirror.
(Washed it yesterday).
 

 




 Forsythia leaves
Sit on the edge of yellow;
Soon they will burst free.






The other sheep run,
But he comes trotting over.
(Black sheep or a goat?)






This mild cloudy day
Softened by a purring bird
Slides into sunshine.






Luscious green leaves hang
Over the steel chain link fence,
Looking for a rest.







Master carpenter
Ha drilled two holes in the tree--
Woodpecker bequest.




They do not shout,
Comfortable among the green--
These shy blue flowers.






















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