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Saturday, January 09, 2016

Early Valentine?

 
 
 
 
 
 
It looks damp, feels cold,
No matter thermometer
It's a gray, dim day.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Bird flies to feeder,
Then another bird flies to
Feeder, another..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Melting heart in snow--
Accident of the winter?
Early valentine?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Pampas grass tussled
Against the fence barrier.
Fence holding--for now.
 
 
 











Within the dark house
Porch light glows like a beacon
In a reflection.
 
 
 
 










This dark cold morning
Even the snow fields seem gray--
Icy mist descending.










Rooms and a chimney
Lie beneath this mound of earth:
Graveyard of a house.
 
 
 
 










Today the woods sing;
Always when I am alone.
(I am hearing things!)







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