Ducks on the meadow
leave a long furrow in the
water behind them.
A flock of red-wings,
how handsome as they go by--
bright-scarlet shoulders.
March 16,2015
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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