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poem-1257

Slow Sunday morning

A wet world through windows

Peaceful pleasure.

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Ice gripping the line
Brief jewelry in sunlight
Sparkles in a breeze.

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Ten-thousand icy raindrops

Between branches, between trees

Distant pines slowly dancing

A songbird adds to the soundtrack.

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Quick, the drizzle swept

Stillness brought

Rest has set.

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A sea at first glance on a chilly morn

But more a forest of craggy mountains

Red, brown and gold in the sunrise

Interrupted by a passing shadow.

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