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Pile of random rugs / cacophony of carpets / seek floors to cover
Edges freezing first / water’s middle waits its turn / as cold continues.
Pure water won’t freeze / there must be impurity / for crystals to form.
December debut / warm winter week confusing / April daffodils.
Certain chords, notes, tones / in concert with each other / release our feelings.
Bee’s bumbling ballet / buzzing, bumping blossoms with / beautiful purpose.
The old mill windows / overlook the waterfall / which once moved millstones.
In a time of masks / eyes begin speaking before / our muffled voices.
Live long and prosper / the Vulcan greeting makes sense / touching not required.
The winter blossoms / unexpected tumbleweeds / gather in the yard.
Storied shoes of an / impossibly cool person / in need of repair.
Namaste away! / I see the light within you / from a safe distance.
Telephoto lens / pandemic photographers / social distancing.
Viral reminder / my calendar is empty / no events today.
Heavy falling snow / a soft white noise percussion / on trees, grass and ground.
Sun glowing, diffused / peering through gathering clouds / before the snowstorm.
Unfavored by fate / the recalcitrant raccoon / who walked the wrong way.
Two old cameras / lovingly manufactured / the same year I was.
The autumn spiders / setting traps for smaller prey / entangle humans.
A dead friend’s birthday / my phone keeps reminding me / ghost in the machine.
In garden and life / we must be pruning, weeding / continually.
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