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Thursday, January 08, 2015

Saying Silent Grace










A fat furry squirrel
Runs across the freezing wires
Fleeing from the cold.





 



 It's below zero
Yet sun shines and furnace hums,
And I still go out.














A frosted pine cone
Lying frozen on the ground,
As still as winter.






 



Waiting for breakfast
A bird sits on the feeder
Saying silent grace.








 
 




 Even the shadows
Seem frozen and motionless
On this frozen day.









Rusted flat roller
Has waited since last summer;
Ever so patient.






Footprint and pine cone
Line in close proximity;
Don't know each other.






Train yards of car tracks
Chris cross across the driveway
Calling past errands.





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