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Pause one December
Between the last two snow storms
Three red birds sunning.
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Sun touches snow flake
Leaves skate by wind on sidewalk
Open the shutters.
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Still. Soft and soaring
To the play of yesterday
Dreams on white pillow.
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Yesterday’s sharp axe
This radiant glow crackling
And your love makes home.
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