Stolen daffodils

Cut from my neighbors front yard

Feast for my journal.

Spunky and upright

His tail, wings, in winter brush

Hip-hop bird ballet.

Other’s sad stories

We salute them and pray on

As life rolls around.

Elegant sculptures

Stand proud in the winter woods

Holding all of spring.

Laughter fills cold air

Children sled down snow and ice

Then still, quiet, white.

I’m one of many

Hearts broken, stories retold

Stand up in the field.

Winter walk in woods

Bare limbs, a woodpecker calls

Footsteps on pine straw.

Up under these quilts

Hold patterns, hand held stitches

Passing down of warmth.

A cold gray slumber

Falls over the neighborhood

Christmas cheer fizzles.

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