dripping icicles
a red-headed flicker
beats a tattoo
ice melting
a new rhythm
in my movements
A Hundred Gourds
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What Remains We are newly married, live in an apartment, have no garden, but for entertainment we browse nurseries. On an impulse, we bu...
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Rhythm, indeed! Well done.
Thanks, Bill. Glad you stopped by.
Adelaide
We all count our "drops", so well seen as written Adelaide. _m
Icicle tears; this count within time's tempo; an earth clock.
Thank you, Doug. The clock is ticking closer to spring. . . Yeah!
adelaide
Haha, I just came indoors all excited because I saw robins.
I've noticed that the daffodil spikes are spiking through the dirt. Yeah spring!
adelaide
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