Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Drifting, the clouds soar
Fresh new spring flowers poke through
Long hopes for no frost

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Sweeping pruned debris
My brush disturbs sleepy mice
Fleet footed escape

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Caught glimpses of birds
Chattering away in song
I pause and listen

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Little jobs now down
All this before breakfast
Toasted bagel waits

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Col Ventura
Word Steady

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