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Monday, January 13, 2020

winter feathered sketch



today a sketch,  a balk to the park;
get oxygen moving, give muscle some spark,
   towering trees ice tipped and holy,
  fog overflowing horizon a bowl we

sup slowly, no hurry bestirring
that work past word's lark, demurring
   to leave a limb so warm clung
   to sing rare hollers, never'fore sung

flying most prescient, tail feather serves
over the tennis court, winter unnerved
   squirrel eats fir skin, there high by the sun
   warming a paunch and nuts by the ton

planting ice needle drip heat feeds the mosses,
stellar jays hunting, what frost heave tosses
 


Mt Tabor
12-28-17

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