even though
it's about to snow again
right now rain
pattering
and scattered crows
calling
so I open the window
peer past red maple buds swelling
watch black forms swooping
feel the edge
of cold spring's beginning
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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