old wooden fence
three inches higherafter the snowfall
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in my crimson winter coat
I whistle replies
to a cardinal
to a cardinal
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under the weight of snow
the old spruce
a weeping willow
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first frost
the grass covered
with shattered stars
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1 comment:
I like both of them, short and to the point!
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