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last week

we had still minus 35C
with the wind warning advertised
it went down to minus 45C

even so I sit outside under a nice warm March sun
from around noon until I feel nature's juices percolating

the snow is melting and wiggles its way deeper into the ground

the birds wait at feeding time
-I hate to advertise a human as a regular-
am I the bird do they imitate humans?

I've reduced the amounts of each
and several feedings throughout the day
so to get them off of this human habit

and fewer birds are indeed sitting in the apple trees

that was the idea especially once I rake up all leaves
and feed the birds on the ground so they all
go after crawling meat

once spring is here and snow gone home
I again look forward to dandelion's salad bar
any unforeseen snow

while a bit after that the sun gets so hot
from under this blue sky
so that only rural fantasy
can keep me going and going...


all the clover will come to live
like grass it will cover the ground
once they're in bloom
I hope there's more than one bee in these
surroundings, more than one from last year

someone told me last year
farmers like their poisons and chemicals
so if a guy like me likes bees
he should go elsewhere

yes rural living has its own gods
but then it says:

"There is probably no God.
So, stop worrying and enjoy your life".


yes, and last year's butterflies

especially now
since most of nature's life
lived in the past