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Beatitudo
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Where did this quiet
Come from
With the light angling inside
Yellow for benediction?
It is a gift
Of spring’s first day
It is happenstance
I don’t care
I’m thankful
For the quiet
And the colors
And the benediction I’m
Taking these to be
Thanking the one who blesses
Everything
In creating
And renewing
Like green rising from brown
Made and remade
And by the way
A gift of oxygen
For us
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Photo by Chetan Kolte on Unsplash
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Live from Punxsutawney
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Knob
Hollow
Gobbler
Turkey
Groundhog
Burrow
A manufactured life
Goes on tour
Speaking engagements
What is its thesis?
Moved in a cylinder
Men in hats
With groundhog faces
Thousands and thousands
I guess they have
Places to stay
TV, computer cameras
How it can it not
See its shadow?
Phil is not that accurate
Need we wonder
Why
Enjoy the day
Laughter
Celebration
Into spring
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Photo by Ralph Katieb on Unsplash
Groundhog didn’t like the late April snow (she was in the middle of nest building when it hit).
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Onion Snow
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Crocuses and
Daffodils were
Growing
There is fog
Above the ground
Where condensations
Clatter without
Sound
Strange time of year
Odd conflict
Teaching flowers and
The land
Something
Via snow
Withholding spring
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Gentle war
We could learn
Without the bombs
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Photo by Eva Härich on Unsplash
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Fifth Day
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It’s Friday
And we face the weekend
An invention that started with
Reform laws
For factories
I hope you have a grand time:
Play
Find a moment in which
To be grateful
For reformers
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If you are having fall
I hope it is the right kind for you
Colors
A degree of chill,
Wind that speaks
And, when not speaking,
Sings;
If it is spring for you
I hope you find new life
The right intensities
Of green and blue
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If there is a sabbath service for you
I hope you find God at home
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Photo by Oliver Hihn on Unsplash
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Looks
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Pale sky
As if in compromise
To give late-winter earth
A chance to show itself
Turning slowly
Into spring
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Photo by Biegun Wschodni on Unsplash
Blooming saffrons in the mountains.
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Counting
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There was an equinox
The sky returned to balance
While our Earth began to slide
The other way
Into spring here
And winter to the south
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We call them snowbirds,
The folk who go to Florida
In January
I’m not sure about the opposite
Those who might want
To travel farther south for winter,
Maybe call them penguins
Puffer people
Magellanics
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We wish for a good season
Much to plant
On planet Earth
To hope for green:
Seeds to break
Blades to rise
Life to harvest
Healthy crops of health
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Observed this Yellow Bittern for a good 20 minutes. It was trying to find the most comfortable position for its morning food hunt. Photo was taken from the lotus pond at Gardens by the Bay, Singapore.
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White Light
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It’s all right
I wish it had more yellow
As it is,
It glares
But since I got some sleep
It doesn’t hurt to look at
Maybe the blue and yellow
Are muted in
Winter’s last gasp
The white light a tribute
To what was
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What was
A mild winter, more or less,
With snowstorms
Every now and then
That pounded elsewhere
Worse than what
We got,
Which I’m sorry
Selfishly was fine
White snow on the ground
White light in the sky
Too much
Too much for a claustrophobe
Too much for me
Maybe too much for you
If you live at all
Like me
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Photo by Caleb George on Unsplash
Deer Herd on a Winter’s Day
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Easy Snow
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I might have gotten
In my car, not looking
At three inches’
Newfallen snow
Then got out again
Once I knew the source
Of the sudden darkness
(were it day)
These spits of snow
Have been the normal
For a while
Late winter?
Early spring?
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The groundhog is famous for
Inaccuracy,
Though the fairs are fun
In Punxsutawney
And who trusts a pampered
Creature to tell the weather,
Anyway?
We’d do better to
Look at the sides of wild trees
For direction
And the thickness of the fur
On the denizens
Therein
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Photo by Babette Landmesser on Unsplash
Sun shines through winter trees on beautiful snowy ground.
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Crazy Boy
(get cool)
Cattails
One word
Cat tails
Two words
When referring to the actual
Cat’s tail
Don’t pull at it
Cattails might not hit back
Cats with tails do
They should
That’s as much advice
As I have for you
My head hurts
And my nose
Yippee-allergens
I know they could be the other thing
I’m hot from moving things around
And I wish I had all my pills
In this uncertain time
There’s sun today
I hear the virus doesn’t like the sun
If it had preferences
But also doesn’t like cool weather
So my MidAtlantic spring might be
Salubrious for a time
Cool, sunny days?
I could wish them ‘round the world
For health’s sake
Light for buoyancy
Of skin and spirit
Enough cold, not too much,
To relax our ninety-eight degrees or so
Inside
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recently, I read about the sun and about cold air in two different places where I think crazy people do not write or otherwise contribute
I am not a doctor and don’t play one on television
“Cool” by Leonard Bernstein
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
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