alone –
a swan swims into view
flowers blossom
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cold morning walk
north wind freezes the blossoms
snow dusts the mountains
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on this spring morning
looking at the snowy mount
and cherry blossoms
turning brittle on the trees
still – the birds huddle
no song fills the morning air
grey clouds hang heavy
and the northern winds whistle
ringing the wind chimes
making the trees bow low
and then for a moment –
a single ray of sunshine
escaped through the clouds
a single blackbird
began to sing his spring song
in the herb garden
a new sprout raises its head
there’s no denying
life’s warmth is a breath away
just waiting to be perceived.
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the stone wall
behind this screen holds up
my red clay tiled roof
and the nest of two sparrows
hear them twitter happily
© G.s.k. ‘16