Wednesday, October 21, 2009

One Quiet Day

From where I sit
through glass door and windows I look
at a white wonderland world

It feeds back to my eyes
purity, loftiness and
dreams of a quiet and still earth

The snow piles up
along with thoughts of
how to spend this one quiet day

Only the wild turkey visits
to forage through layers of ice and snow
finding bird seed, now buried

His beak, the perfect instrument
for this job
and for making pathways

the brave woodpecker
to eat what is uncovered

What wild beak
will peck through my thoughts
on this one quiet day


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