Magic ducks appear
in March to cast
reflections upon
freshly thawed ponds,
to stir ripples,
sprinkled in golden
angel dust and
to enchant me
with simplicity.
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Magic ducks appear
in March to cast
reflections upon
freshly thawed ponds,
to stir ripples,
sprinkled in golden
angel dust and
to enchant me
with simplicity.
I felt the sun today
and lifted my face.
Forget wrinkle warnings
for once; it’s February
and sunlight is like water
after days of only coffee.
What a day for dancing
when brisk cold cuts
your clothes, burns
your nose, steals
your breath.
What a day for dancing.