Tuesday, January 18, 2011


I look outside to see a patchwork quilt
Of melting snow and reborn grass
Coinciding as if thread.

Reddish barns appear again
Stenciled in with black-gray road
And hibernating plows.

The liberated roots of trees
Tie layers through terrain.

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