The snow arrived -
every bit that didn't make it for Christmas -
burying the bird feeder
and the colored lights we turned on anyway.
But now the dormant plants
can doze
reposing
until
the next
equinox.
the morning sun reaches the upper branches of our oak in silhouette but not yet lit perches a bird a mockingbird I decide the head - shoulde...
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