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Thursday, February 07, 2019

Something Awakens

















Even snow seems gray
On this February day.
Where has the sun gone?
















The bird feeder swings
Even without any birds--
No wind--must be ghosts.

















Filthy banks of snow
Bird seeds scattered on my porch--
Winter detritus.


























Between the snow banks
Stream sparkles its way forward--
Cheerful melting sound.
















Sounds of rushing streams
Burbling ever onward;
The world is melting.
















In the dappled woods
Snow and water coexist--
Merging at border.













Forest is restless;
Birds are shouting from all sides;
Something awakens.
















Young sprouts are rising
In the everflowing tub;
Is spring forever?






 

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