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morning -looking up
in the mirror branches grow
gray sprouts from my chin
water flow crossing
shy of the stone walk below
finds a spot to rest
Leaving the building after the photo shoot, I am not sure why I did it. It was spontaneous.
On the table a bowl of mints.
The wrappers made a scraping sound as I shoved the handful of them into my coat pocket.
I walked back to the office and on arrival I removed my snow boots and hung my coat.
I sat down and proceeded to upload the photographs on the hard drive for a later edit.
I answered a few emails and instant message requests.
I warmed up lunch.
Putting on my coat, I and headed out for walk downtown.
The snow still falling.
I came upon a person shoveling the walk.
Passing him I said, “Thank You.”
He said “What?”
I said, “Thank you for clearing the walk. Would you like a mint?” (I had just put my hand in my pocket and found them).
He said, “No.”
I pulled the mints out and held them in my hand.
A couple of the mints had red and green stripes.
He said, “I like candy canes.”
I held out my hand and he took one, thanking me.
We continued on our way to the scrapping sound of the shovel.
above the tree tops
in the tree shadows -raindrops
waxing and waining
wake! she’s got to go!
old dog frolics in the snow
a shimmering moon!
needles pierce the dark
wings of silvery snowflakes
thread of window light
morning winter breeze
the front door melts -shivering
an Owl’s morning call
a glow in the fog
golden melancholy tone
last of autumn waves
snowflakes to rain drops
lonely hum suddenly a swarm
slippery sidewalks!
void of snow and rain
leafless tree trunk and branches
in late autumn prayer
rain drops to snowflakes
swarm quivers to lonely hum
sidewalk shadows shift
a frothy ground swell
swollen roots in the shallows
of dry river’s wake
meandering sky
drinks in the shadowy folds
twist of white willow