This morning, the wet smell
of melting snow, the sounds of chickadees
and that other bird with its two notes
of specialized loneliness
The feel of the sun on my face, patiently
gaining strength; pussy willow buds;
a woman skipping silly outside the courthouse
and a middle aged bearded man in his
work clothes and winter coat
high stepping
of melting snow, the sounds of chickadees
and that other bird with its two notes
of specialized loneliness
The feel of the sun on my face, patiently
gaining strength; pussy willow buds;
a woman skipping silly outside the courthouse
and a middle aged bearded man in his
work clothes and winter coat
high stepping
almost all senses have worked together to make this beautiful piece!
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