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Connections: February 12.18

Icy visage

deck as mirror

transparent message:

winter’s still here.

Encased in numbing

frozen air

the world succumbs

to dark despair.

But wait! What errant

buoy is this?

What harbinger

of warming bliss?

Why does it glower

all grumpy of feather

as though I ordered

this lousy weather?

 

Yes, robins, dear reader! A red-breasted throng of them on the heels of freezing rain. And all frowning. What did they expect? Palm trees?

 

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