Fox-shadow dancing
In the yard beyond the light
Midnight slips away
Despite the cold, spring
Standing on the steps
Chirping back to a sparrow
Wind through the bushes
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My toes are quite cold
Despite the warmth of red socks
Waiting for the bus
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Early spring morning
Sun is tangled in my hair
Wind blows off the lake
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Celebrating spring
On the bare white wall I see
Things that aren’t there
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Winter Birds
Brown and splash of red
Singing to the winter sky
Cardinal and me
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Welcome back, old friend!
Morning quiet broken by
Bluejay in a tree
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Wind above brown grass
Drying snow-free ground. Listen
Sparrows are singing
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After the Battle
Two wall-crumbled forts
There on the abandoned field
Littered with snowballs
New Year’s Day
Marking the seasons
Soft sound of my walking-stick
Crunching the snow-crust
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Butterfly haven
Whisper of wings in my hair
Amidst trailing vines
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Moon on snow-meadow
Dreaming of silver and white
The deer in between
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Sorrow and hope
Brittle frost falling
Cold from empty barren trees
Spring again …. someday
Late autumn
Wool sweater, yarn hat
I am warm against the chill
Autumn sun shines down
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Little boy shouting
Sounds like the seagulls above
What a morning song!
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White frost and white fog
Drifting through the hidden grass
Paw-prints of foxes
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