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Red Breast

First robin brings luck. Shadows lengthen in the dirt, Tree branches spread wide.

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On a Spring Morning

Windblown, flags flapping- Leaves circle from root to crown. Good humor rings loud.  

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Transgression Leaves

Leaves fall dry.  Useless. Cleansing storm washes path clear. Each a memory.

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