Clean bright morning light;
Sunshine sweeps away the clouds
Leaving the world fresh.
Morning shadows fall
Silent, sharp, in their darkness;
Everything's peachy.
Even the stop sign
Sends its shadow image long
On this sunny day.
As the ice recedes
Leaves lie in the water tomb
Still, brown and peaceful.
Two uprooted trees
Touch their roots at the stream's edge;
Communication?
Is winter gone now?
Woods are filled with sharp shadows;
Mini ponds have sprung.
At the road side pond
Branches on water on leaves;
Many dimensions.
Falling on the road
Sumac shadows reach flatly--
A roadside etching.
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