
kids hunting tadpoles,
my icy toes walk, slip, slide
against the flow
dappled light on green water
birds hop branch to branch heckling
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kids hunting tadpoles,
my icy toes walk, slip, slide
against the flow
dappled light on green water
birds hop branch to branch heckling
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birds shake rain from wings,
the wind speaks in the trees
split leaf casings dance
withholding from hungry leaves
a dawn breakfast of sunlight
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surf pounds the shore
of pink and gray speckled granite,
damp, stinging rain
when I move, even stones
sparkle like diamonds
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Saturday morning,
the birds create a stir but
the wind holds its breath
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bluejays shake their wings
cottonfloss snowflakes tumble
snowdrops dip low
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warm Atlanta days
fall leaves and cornbread cooking
last December
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Snow on holly branches,
icy cold freezing my nose —
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I take comfort,
no matter white streaks
in my hair, endless
cold nights, and
long work days —
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Winter days dwindle,
tree lights, tinsel and
hearts kindle.
Chilled to the bone,
those who roamed
came home.
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Cooling wind,
a lonely dog,
insect arpeggios,
slow rolling fog:
autumn’s song and
the highway hum.
May Monday morning
never come.
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outside the box,
even mushrooms are homes
full of heart
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light shifts in the trees,
fallen leaves tumble and turn,
going with the flow
beached downstream for a moment
before another wind comes
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