Seeing that lone duck

glide slowly across the pond,

I wonder if she’s lonely.

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Rumor has it that

the blooms on those Bradford Pears

are pieces of escaped clouds.

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Spring’s green message of

renewal reminds us gray

doesn’t have the final say.

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I sometimes think of

migrating myself as I 

listen to those honking geese.

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Let us police

the sly way fear and doubt sneak

in to rob us of our peace.

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That wee woodpecker

at the feeder seemed confused.

Should he peck or should he chew?

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Woodpecker pecking

enthusiastically at

the start of a brand new day

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A solitary

raven sits on the porch rail,

dines, looks around and then leaves.

JDG

Knox looked sad when

he returned.Apparently

his friend. Pax, was not at home.

JDG