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Winter

Winter Before eating breakfast I look from the kitchen window In awe of gold and purple lace clouds Coloring the soft winter sky. Having slept well I am relaxed and sleepy – Savoring the orange-red yawning moon. The sunrise is a navy blue colored coil And as Marianne leaves for work The door seems to open into darkness And I have a quick glance Of her loved hands As she puts out food For the lonely feral cat. They’ve predicted heavy snow So I dream of baseball And spring tossed bushes Imagining children playing In April breeze Removing my soul from A world of clocks and computers. Looking out the living room windows I watch a squirrel Playing beneath tangled curling trees And a bright robin – Fluid with love. In the office A monotone radio voice on NPR Says there will be 14 inches of snow. My heart falls – Nothing can be said, now. 2/8/18

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