Between two days
cutting like slivers of ice,
the warmth of bird song.
The thin snow awaits
its transformation into
spring's rippling streams.
Hand-sawn, fresh split, stacked:
maple, apple, pine, and birch
. . . but for next year.
Snow came near the turning of the year; rain on warmer days washed it away: the weather is undecided as to the season Follow the coyote'...
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