Snow.

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After an entire winter of disappointingly (is that a word?) warm temperatures and nasty chilling slush, it's finally February, almost spring, and now the sky decides to dump snow on us. Yay!

( This crow wants to fly. )

Bah.

Poem on coyote

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My home has no place. Only time.


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I am the coyote
The chill bark at sub-noon
With fall for prairie sand
To meet it, iconic
And to yelp at, ironic.
I am the walk-as-man
Will of godheads and moons,
Blue moon,
The boom that was sonic
The howl.
I am Arcturus
With wilting blue for one eye
And tilting through the last sky.
With rat-a-tat-tat, with days yet another
I am the Era
Where coyote became
Wolf's elder brother.