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A couple hours before sunup,
a robin's loud ululation
scatters my last fragments of sleep.
I picture that red-breasted thrush
not perched in a tree, but strutting
all over the lawn in the dark,
an earthworm dangles from his beak.

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See the sun smile on that mountain
across the valley to the east?
It's a nice break from winter gloom.
I guess it won't last very long.
The wind chime has started to clang -
there's a stiff breeze bringing in clouds.
Soon all will be covered with snow.

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.The creek out back is swollen from rain ( Read more... )

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Otters frolic in the estuary
water churns as they tumble about
and snowy egrets, like dabs of sea foam
rest along the shore, their heads tucked under
their wings.

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A pomegranate yields under the knife
that divides it into four equal parts
and stains the oval, wooden cutting board
when blood red juice escapes from its tough peel.

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