I stand like the donkey, waiting and tied –
only I can decide. Still I wonder,
will he clothe me?
I kick rocks, spy over the jagged…
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We are due for snow, but most of the afternoon it rains.
The girls only have to ask once – of course they can go…
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It stacks slowly on the holly tree outside my window.
Pooling on pointed leaves. Slicking berries that bleed under the ice.
A turn-coat sky keeps sifting,…