Ripple clouds
Washing up in pink
On a blue sky
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Ripple clouds
Washing up in pink
On a blue sky
Pink sky
The sun
Unveiled
Contrary to
The forecast made yesterday
Sidewalk puddles
Dense forest stories
Of thistles, branches, prickles
Written on my shins
Making mountain miles
Of the ol’ mole hill
By repetition
Around the corner
To complete the morning scene
A toothpick-legged fawn
Smoky haze
First rain in days
Patter of footsteps
Wind chimes and thunder
Neighbour lowers the downspouts
The creek bed waits
Out from the birdhouse
Nose, eyes, and angry chirping
Of a red squirrel
Red dresses hung
But not like laundry
Never taken in