Frosty leaves on frozen mud
crackle and creak under foot
As sharp breezes cut
through nooks and crannies
I didn’t know my coat had
Briskly chafed cheeks
summon colors not unlike the leaves
Birds, hardy like crows
poke at the crisp blue sky
through mists and steel gray
With beak and wing and caws
almost muffled by the chill
They were all excited
clucking and rushing
Each new rock or stump
as we turned them over anew
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Scraps are a treat…
but bugs and worms…
Yum!
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In rubber galoshes
hoods cutting the mist
We fed the chickens
and hunted bugs
How could it get any better?
even though it may sometimes
seem that I take you for granted
or some such
the truth is I appreciate you
for who you are – all of you
for all you do
for all you refrain from doing
for being my friend always
even when I’m acting
like a putz
Like the tender unfolding
of each petal delicate
The victory of gratitude
declared my heart
a blessed zone of peace
Awakening
one thanks at a time
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My tears of happy
slip like rivers
down my cheeks
Our house, if considered
speaks silently
of our lives and nameless quirks
Stoically witnesses
our poetry and sciences
And surrounds our life together
with kindness and generosity
