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I have my blue jacket
braving cold in thicket
of naked branches, alone
there are patches of green
on mostly brown ground
very clear water by ditch
draining from nearby farm

those hills of lusting color
faded to plain carpet of winter
I can still see birds hopping
in symphony to jumping hoppers
where those came from; buffled
weather is playing tricks on us

Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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