A flurry of birds
Gathers around the feeder;
They keep on coming.
Sun's ruling the clouds;
Snow banks seem like yesterday.
Still, it's December.
Shadows etch the trees
Leaving temporary marks
Just for an instant.
The birds seem to know
When the weather is joyful;
They keep on singing.
A cloud blocks the sun
Giving us a reminder
That light is temporal.
Fallen fence post points
Through the shadows to the ladder
Which scales the tree tops.
The moss covered rock
Now hosting some new green plants
Sits soft in the sun.
Hanging in the woods
Flags of many colors wave
Without a purpose.
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