New white in the gloom--
Flowers have burst overnight.
(Still, I want to stay).
Gray and cold today;
Maybe I'll walk half a walk.
(Future lies ahead).
There are no lilacs;
Rhododendrons are waiting;
Cows present their ass.
Cold wind up the road;
Goat is peacefully eating.
I keep on trudging.
Dark skies paint the stream
With moving rippling shadows.
As above, below.
Broken wooden fence--
Not an act of God or wind,
But a neighbor's car.
Four trash cans standing
Next to the four mail boxes--
To fill or empty.
Woods are dull and brown;
No creature rustles in them.
Still they are singing.
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