the butcher puts on clean white gloves a new day begins

daffodil ~ brushing the snow off its petals

spring meadow water trickling under the last patch of snow

heron on the river holding court above the drifting mallards

rounded by the river cobblestones under the ripples

no rain ~ dry lightening cracks the sun-baked soil

summer breeze ~ gulls rising above the garbage

mom's bible in the passenger's seat ~ driving home

frail bones ~ dusty old mousetrap in the attic

after the storm ~ crabs in shattered shells climbing from the debris

the field's apple tree ~ out-living the barbed wire stapled to its trunk

October sun on my back echo of axe splitting wood

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