ashes
the log fire is cold
again
winter log pile
getting smaller by the day
longer and longer
a pair of tits
buds bursting in the hazel
all over the place
bouncing around
winter tits in the hazel
are so busy
bottom water
the moon loosens its grip
on the starfish
vacuum
almost nothing
is sacred
buds buds buds
a thousand shades of green
the birds are singing
rest in peace
but the obituaries
never do
brighter and brighter
daffodils raise their heads
the rain has stopped
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