Early-February poems

 

 Snow and ice hit us last week

2.3.'22 

Only

birds moving this

morning. A solid sleet

sheet that looks more like snow holds their

feet up.

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2.3.'22 

Oh, good!

A pair of doves

discovered the birdseed

thrown out on top of the sleet. More

birds come.

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2.3. '22

Biscuits!

I should make some.

Then I find a pre-mixed

box. Today, with sleet and snow, I

bake them.

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2.4.'22

Juvies

have a playhouse

under the abelia:

up and down, in and out, white ice

aground.

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2.6. '22

"Squirrel food,"

the crossword clue 

says. "Nuts." Yet here I sit

breakfasting on syruped-biscuits

and nuts!

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2.6. '22

S l o w l y

but surely, ice

and snow disappear as

the sun warms the atmosphere. (Not

sorry.)

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c 2022, PL dba lovepat press, Benton AR USA