Too bright for the eyes
I could not watch
the sun rise,
and hid behind cold lids
a fearful surprise
and dread.
No ribbon at a time
of colorful delight,
but a glaring reminder
all is not right.
the overheated sun
surprises the garden
drenched in snow
risen and fallen
from melting ice fields
in warming seas
I may never see.
The connection
between heat and ice
is broken off the glacier
of frozen hearts
in heated despair.
And we, blinded by glare
of the too-strong sun
are too blind now
to see.
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The snow tells tales
of visitors both
friend and foes
to plants hidden below
it’s white blanket.
Squirrels and rabbits
Abound and bound
across icy surfaces,
where prints detail
their frequent ungainly
slide to places
they did not intend
To go. This I know
As I slide along
in boots unsure of purchase
on icy walks.
The squirrels and bunnies
keep concerning company.
Deer and raccoon,
rapacious dragoons
strip the seeds, and slips
of faded green
from bush and plant.
We all abide together
comrades in arms
Against the weather.
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