Cold’s Notes. Mid February Still Winterish

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There are markings

Of a ferret chasing a Mate

Or a Lunch.

Blue Jay etches snow angels

Struggling with smaller wings.

For a choice between nut.

Whining through the pines

Gives an edgy musical score.

But the smell with the breeze

Cannot be forgotten.

It contains the comforts of

A warm July morn, rains passed

And hope in the furtive heart

Strong as a sizzling fire

Neath icy boughs.


Written December 14, 2020

Doug Blair.




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