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leading to the brookhoof prints fade in melting snowpuddles on the bank
leading to the brookstream from septic effluent --once poison now clean
i ran away oncedarkness hid my departurehastened my return
sign at the spring warns:"Danger: Very Hot Water!"natural teapot
muted blue sky(peeking through darkening clouds)hides from the snow
aquariumholiday lightsfestive fish
picturesque Island Falls --rain and snow-melt fill the lakesicy river flows
natural stone stepsslippery from recent rains --bloody swollen shin
streetlight on Route 2flickering to find brightnesslosing to the moon
mug of black coffeeday-old molasses donut --grey man dines alone
old weeping willowforty feet tall on Route 2horse-drawn cart rolls by
in my eye's corner:a chipmunk darts across the yardpast the sleeping cat
willow by the riverfrozen halfway up its trunkresting until Spring
hungry chipmunksits in the blueberry bushwinter solstice nears