Beneath grey streaked skies,
bare hills lie fluttering with
the stir of white wings.
JDG
Beneath grey streaked skies,
bare hills lie fluttering with
the stir of white wings.
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Wild blue heron
stands, watching the pond slowly
catch the winter rain.
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first bird up
checks out feeder – launches
indignant complaint
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Small patches of white –
reminder of snowfall past
and the one to come
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A heart beat away
from eternity, I gaze
at the falling snow.
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The hills lie waiting
for the first warm kiss of sun
as moon pines away.
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Near the water’s edge
tall pines sway as wind whispers
secrets to the sun.
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Angled truth, like sun
in early morning, can both
illuminate and blind.
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Frost covered hills rest
undisturbed until crows give
just cause for complaint.
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The night train whistles.
From the dark a plaintive owl
replies,”Who? Who? Who?”.
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