
like garden ghosts
leaves appear
upon the icy window
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
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White Birch
angels in the fog
touching down
to commune with the trees
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop.