A crow jostled a branch above 

the banks of the creek—muddy with damp earthy odor— 

while the old ash tree cradled the silent robin

the soft moss of the river stones remind me of home

then I felt the wind rise—the bare boughs stirred—

you can smell spring and touch summer

but winter was not yet here

all in the same day.

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