Easter morning

instead of rolling their eggs

they build a snowman

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hailstones beating 

on the car roof - our dog hides 

below the dashboard

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abandoned cottage

the wind through the attic space

singing a sad song

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standing well clear

the boys watch the sparks flying

from the knife-grinder's stone

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Sunday sermon

the priest no match for a bird

in the chancel

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despite falling snow
the old lady ventures out
to pick daffodils

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carved in the old oak
entwined initials - the year?
nineteen thirty-nine

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framed in the skylight
the full moon, pink-haloed, bright
against the darkness

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nothing in the cry/of cicadas suggests they/are about to die
MATSUO BASHO

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