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Winter Dream

whispered bird tracks
beneath the redbud tree
Look up
picture blossoming May and
wonder–did the birds look up too?

In the ditches, melted snow
glistens the stones
echo of summer rain
when this becomes a sunlit brook.

Midwinter is only
bleak when seen from
indoors. Go outside
Feel the world against your skin

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