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Green, among white snow, like ink drops on a canvas; new buds' arrival

Conserve energy - a flock flies in formation; each goose shouts: I'm here

Balanced on the edge of being both here and there, day replaces night

Broken words – angled as an avalanche – always there, barely spoken

Sometimes, through windows, the world paints a strange portrait of imperfection

for Algot

Night, wanders my mind, the way songs play, we might find two bright stars, dancing

All these forgotten seeds; sprouts just now waking up, waving to the sun

Revel in silence between yesterday and night, dance the fading light

Stretching, unfolding; the Fiddlehead yawns, unrolls its way into day

Light snow, covering green flower buds peeking up from winter's cold earth