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Monday, March 28, 2016

Shrieking its Whiteness








Shadows on my barn
Etch across the wooden planks.
Birds hop on feeder. 















Through forsythia
Walker passes as shadow
Melting in bushes.















Collette chews her cud
As Olivia stands by--
Study--resting cows.


















Rudely awakened
Mabel checks the sounds of chickens
Clucking shamelessly.



















A single bird's tweet
Rings out high above the tree;
Single tweet responds.

















Green tennis ball sits
Surrounded by still shadows--
All rackets have gone.
















Up the gentle hill
An old couple jogs their steps
Panting in the sun.


















Through the dark forest
Evergreen glows in the light:
Magic of the sun!


















Shrieking its whiteness
Birch tree holds up its own "V".
(There is none whiter).


















                                                              From walk of March 26, 2016







































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