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Waterfalls crash
a plum afternoon
rainbows in the mist.

Weekend shed …
new smells shaved
from the old furniture.

Windy forest
trying to paint the floor
with moonshine.

Enough dawn !!
you too brightly pale
all these stars from today.

Easter eggs
the tiny tots together
in foil wrappers.

After the screech
of a circling eagle
the wind-swished corn leaves.

Born in summer
the rain on the lawn
weighed with sunlight.

Traffic honks
the route our canoe takes
between the geese.

The stick returns
with the dog
with the river.

First light – –
the orange dawn
becoming blue.