Secret Ingredients
Morning
hard edged and soulless-
the treacherous dawn comes to
spirit you away
–
softly closing doors-
again I awake
to an empty bed
Blizzard
february wind-
red cheeks burning from a cold
slap across the face
–
digging out-
melting snow
mingles with sweat
Birds
horizontal snow-
sparrows visit my feeder
heedless of the storm
–
rime crusted wings-
a short respite
on my lilac
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