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orange cat sitsin her current favorite placelicking, sometimes meowling
i headed to the storebut the road had turned to mud--another ketchup sandwich
the sun risesmostly blockeda rare victory for the moon
today's warmth brings rainwhich melts the ice and snow --but still no loon calls
the brightest suncould not protect my facefrom the biting wind
not much warmthbut plenty of sunlight filteringthrough the trees
Meet the new moonsame as the old moon -- as Pete wrote:"Don't get fooled."
green garden sproutsforeshadow colorful blossomsthat will feed the bees
my strongest memoryfrom our visit to Venice --Murano glass blowing
i only wishyou could see how beautiful you arethrough my eyes
frost heave buckledthe ground in the ditch by the road --skunks are on the hunt
a skunkwaddling around the front yardlooking for love
orange catsits on my chest and stares at melike i owe her money
in the treetopsstarlings squawk and squiggleexcited for Spring