Flurries at dawn

Freezing temps not December, Spring Iowa April 27,2022, Fifty-two now in sun, Forty-two feels like in the shade, In mobile home feels like twenty, I could bundle up and go out or… Read, Hum, Read and name now nearly three, Then shut my eyes a little, Been up since six a.m., Always colder in mobileContinue reading “Flurries at dawn”

Dancing trees,

Winter storm never arrived, Swaying tree tops, Pitching too and fro, Massive walnuts, Buchanan County, I cranked up the heat, Still one moment, The next dancing on the tree tops, So happy no nest yet, Living in my metal tube, Wind outside felt within, Ling for property and a cellar if my own, No placeContinue reading “Dancing trees,”

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