Tiny birds visit
the pile of fallen trees,
paying homage to what was.
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In life, a refuge
from weather and predators,
in death, still, refuge for prey.
Tiny birds visit
the pile of fallen trees,
paying homage to what was.
~
In life, a refuge
from weather and predators,
in death, still, refuge for prey.
A single blossom,
this one lonesome daffodil,
will, anon, become many.
~
This early bloomer
lights the path with golden light
for all who will soon follow.
Even our dogs know
you can learn a lot from the crap
that is left behind.
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Let’s hope the Bureau
lets slip their dogs to follow
the crap back to the crappers!
Pulled so many ways
by pleasures and duties,
how is one to cope?
~
Coping begins with
learning what to say yes to
and when to say no.
Sunny and cold beats
warm, gray, and wet. I gladly
don my coat as Spring draws nigh.
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Can we both agree,
regardless our preferences,
a freezing rain is the worst?
This incessant gloom
is begging to be replaced
by the approaching springtime.
~
Even the gloom seems
to yearn for a bit of light,
a wish soon to be granted.
When did taking down
a wall become cavorting
with abandon for you, Son?
~
Wall demolition
was but one task for today,
thus yesterday’s cavorting!
Oh, partner in rhyme,
wherefore art thou? The day ends
and you’re nowhere to be found.
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Alas, I was out,
cavorting with abandon
as poets are wont to do.
Had my second shot
and already I feels more
hopeful and alive.
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Until tomorrow.
So enjoy it while it lasts,
’til the side effects arrive.
Who knows what you’ll find
hidden in the laundry room
when you bother to clean it.
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Such discoveries
while cleaning can sometimes bring
elation, sometimes dismay.