. . . there
appearing
the brook takes five bends . . .
sparkling white with captured sun
undulating brown beneath evergreens
twirling a trio of sky blue eddies
mirroring green overhanging maples
retreating as low golden shallows cut by shadows . . .
disappearing
there . . .
Waiting . . .
. . . waiting for bare branches to bear delicate leaves for fluctuating ice to become “Ice Out!” for shy shaded snows to boldl...
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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