Tag Archives: seasons

in passing

the guy scraping his windshield sent raspy blasts of ice drops popping into the crisp cold air Damn shame I didn’t go with my buddy: he left for sunny Florida two days ago He didn’t use the colon on purpose … Continue reading

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New

when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call black night down tight on summer now sing to light that’s … Continue reading

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Those crows

Those crows are back hurling iron curses at the high north winds calling snow clouds from the topmost tattered tops of the withering dusky trees

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