The Hope of Spring

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The weight of snow lifts 

evergreens upright, the warmth

of sun touches wind.

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Millet in the Feeder

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Swift clouds hurry

Before the setting sun

Hawk shadow wings approach
All the birds are gone.

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Soul of a Tiger

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Grab an amber nuggets, 2.99 online,
or explore the ancient Baltic

shores, curling toes before birds,
searching for that special gem.

At home, I rummage drawers
for the translucent soul of a tiger.


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Java Poems

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Downtown Elyria, 

minestrone soup, roast beef on rye, 

coffee hot words pour from the mike. 

All my loves under one roof.

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In February

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What can you do but watch 

          plows scrape driveways, 

                    rebuild Mount Everest?

Perhaps shovel your own mound or build 

          an igloo in Northeast Ohio?

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February 2, 2011

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Wind gusts swirl Cleveland
Siberian tundra here and now
The black squirrel seeks seed
In the empty bird feeder.    

Where is the Rite of Spring?      


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The Watch Continues

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Bach and Mozart sing 

     through the radio.

I sniff lavender soap 

     from Provence transported
     to southern France.
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