good morning birdsong
i'm keeping my eyes closed so
i won't disturb you

stirring the tea
a drop spills down the side
violin tunes

dusting off a book
the sound of a wood pigeon
taking flight

in the storm
the year's first blossom
comes back home

I suppose that
daffodils will turn up
in the night air

half-frozen pond
someone spent a long time
raking leaves

the wood warps
cracking a shed window
- fresh seeds!

frosty morning
some half-eaten apples
still in the tree

the clouds, so low
a swan hides its neck
along the river

day and night
a yellow leaf falling
between the tracks

Mastodon @ SDF

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