Saturday, February 6, 2021

NaHaiWriMo - day six

6.
the magpies chatter
flit from branch to branch
all other voices silent

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a cloud of crows
voices chase me down the path
i enter the clearing

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the chickadees swirl
wind tunnels through trees
everything buffeted
 
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braced against the wind
i watch the river flow past
my eyes watering 
 
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rabbit tracks zig-zag
on freshly fallen snow
traces of ghosts