winter sunlight
pours through the window
lightens the mood
a mere shadow
of my former self
make it up
as you go along
my way of strategy
one stick of incense
offered each morning
a gesture
without speaking
anniversary
umber grasses fade to white
morning frost's first kiss
colored jewels
floating on air
autumn leaves
stopping traffic
turkeys cross the road
close together
they rest among flowers
hostas and ferns
just a pinch of salt
no moon to speak of
two loons court
on the melting lake
our evening stroll
hear the incredible
chorus of morning birdsong
William Sorlien
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