Friday, March 25, 2016

Desire of Warm and Flowing Things

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Twelve new inches of snow,
burying the crocus, but
I hear purple shadows laughing
beneath the white.
Birds called out a symphony this morning,
chasing the spirals of wind-flung flakes,
and the chickens scraped away with
their bare clawed feet,
clucking with something between impatience
and question marks.
No stopping a feeling of sunshine,
an intimation of running water,

the desire of warm and flowing things.

-Kimberly Nunneley

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