Midwinter Weekend
(from my window)
Morning sun glints on
fresh snow, knee deep
across the landscape;
naked shrubs etched black
against the unbroken icy surface;
dark grey elms screen houses
across the way;
the only color, a flag
flapping lazily in the breeze;
power lines trace their arcs
thru the trees;
A lonely raven, high atop an elm,
complains.
Behind me, by the fire,
she waits, cozy, warm,
nude.
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