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friends from the cityhave trouble adjusting —how dark our dark is!
feeling my hairfreezing on my headas I walk to work
chickadeespulling the sun alongwith their five-note call
stories in the dark —the full moon holds a noteso we can tune up
how deepwould this rain beif it were snow?
sparks from the fireand the sounds of their laughter —everything rising
junco and nuthatchwith their jaunty one-note calls —Solstice in a month
seeds grab hold of usas we walk through the tall grasspracticing mourning
Rosie's hula hoopbright against the night sky —we forget the moon
November rain —the ducks invite the windto carry them backwards
at my age, she said,when you don't hear from someone,you worry
frost as ground cover —birds in the azalea bushesfluff to twice their size
leaves and acornsdrifting and plummeting —earth tones for the earth
sagging phone wiresturned to gold as the sun slides —did you see it too?
the morning's coldwrapped itself around my bonesand is still there
beneath the willowthere was a kind of caveperfect for hiding
pink clouds in the west —my drive home aiming mestraight into the sun
two girls rememberwhere the colored pencils areand the paper, too
invisible new moon —I try to rememberthe scent of snow
rematriation —Cohanzick Nature Reservereturns to her people
perfectly happywith their upside down world —busy nuthatches
reach over me —turn off the light to revealVenus and the moon
late-night encounterwith a buck and his shadow —antlers everywhere
cold rains, dark nights —the cows spend their first nightin the barn
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that feeling you getwhen you see a wheel that spins(wanting one more spin)
shushing the neighborsso we can hear the screech owl —a sound like no other
that white-throated sparrowwith the slightly raspy songhas returned
slivers of olive treeburied beneath rubble —aggrieved and grieving
tricking gravity —we empty the rain barrelwith a siphon
tasks of the season —find my windshield scraperand my soft red gloves