bird wing cloud flies
to welcome returning birds
lilac buds are green
There are days I see
the broad shape of earth
in the clouds
arriving ahead of wind and snow
tails feathered to a point
evaporating ether like
in ice clear sky
We can only guess
at the cold
they announce
racing battle pennants
for a promised storm
The rattle of their casting bones
driving us to shelter
Where wondering never ceases!
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life's wHeirdness and wonder
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