Knox tried to take me

on a run this morning. but

I opted for a slow walk.

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From across the road

comes a long, beseeching howl:

“Can Knox come over and play?”

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Rabbits are hopping

all about as the crows call

for a moratorium.

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A scattering of

buttercups steals my sad thoughts

and replaces them with gold.

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A warm April wind 

promises warmth will linger,

but we’ve heard such guff before.

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Waiting for a storm

that may or may not come, we

grow tired and fall asleep.

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Running through the yard,

three young deer suddenly stop

and look back for their mothers.

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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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