Rushing wind always
Makes time to play a quick tune
On the neighbour’s chimes
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Rushing wind always
Makes time to play a quick tune
On the neighbour’s chimes
Warm gusts from the south
Leaves crackle across the path
Snow poised for melting
First light of morning
Dissolves the night, paints colour
And chickadee songs
Melting, dripping snow
Scent of grasses uncovered
Springtime in autumn
He ran not for speed
But to connect heart, head, feet
To the sacred ground
Slender as a sail
Still. Listen. Bolt through the snow
Zig-zag dashing line
#jackrabbit
What’s that! In the grass!
A deer? A rabbit? A bear?
Or… a black dot mouse…
“Turn back!” howls the wind
But the eagle with sharp eyes
Lifts wings and says “fly”
New snow a blank slate
Feet trace familiar paths
To create new art
#winter
Branches reach upward
Disappear into the sky
Low, gray, and snowy
#hiaku