Solitary bird
Sits on the bird feeder's edge;
Then he disappears.
Waving on the snow
Husks of old dry plants quiver
As the sun comes out.
Shadows of the chimes
Create their own silent song
On this sun filled day.
Incessant clucking
Comes from the unseen chickens
Celebrating sun.
A flag of white ice
Hangs above the rushing stream;
Stillness on motion.
St. Francis watches
The snow as it is melting
Right beneath his eyes.
Sapling is rooted
On edge of the precipice;
A solid place to be.
Ancient boulder stands--
A fortress in the forest
As it guards the hills.
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