Storm damage
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At a small pond, encircled by storm worn willow trees,
three geese, a couple of ducks
prance about through the brown autumn leaves
seemingly indifferent to the infraction in the order man seems to seek.
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Today is a cold day,
small clouds of vapor eminate from my mouth
with every breath I exhale,
a good day to be alive. 
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Very few dry, brittle leaves remain
on the surviving branches of the now naked woods.
Saw dust and small stubs where branches once grew
- the last remainders of such a violent storm -
indicate life goes on, repairs are underway.
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Shall we then? 
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MdG, 20-11-2002







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