more snow
filling the feeder
in the numbing cold
I ask myself, why do I
take on more obligations?
Treveni
Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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white snowfall curtains
hideing full natures richness
birds fly to the sun
__The plus and minus; as do birds... we all fly into sun or snow... as felt or seen during each natural day of life. (The Sun Smiles !)
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Thank you, Doug. I always enjoy your philosophical comments.
Adelaide
Its good that you care Adelaide
Much♡love
Thank you, Gillena. It's a pleasure to watch the birds, even the squirrels .
Adelaide
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