Flashes of bright white -
rafts of snow geese floating on
blue-gray whipped waters.
Winter windfalls lie
on sere grass by broken trees
as March winds blow.
Last years leaves flutter
on mostly bare oak branches
in the stark March light.
Lakeside, frost burnt green,
the cedars wobble and sway
by the sparkling cove.
Branches all silvered
by the strong, slanting, sunshine,
yet no hint of spring.
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Lovely poems
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