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Stop (when you shop)

especially if you’re rueing the rickety food cart

caught in a late April frost heave in the market lot.

So when I hear the high thin whistles of 20 Cedar Waxwings

silky, shiny brown, gray, lemon-yellow,subdued crest,

rakish black mask, and red wax droplets on their wing feathers

–gorging on fermented cherries

(planted by a hydrogen-cell powered Stop and Shop)

I pop Ghirarrdellis,

look & listen.

PATTY

IMG_4512Cedar Waxwings at the EAST MAIN ST. TORRINGTON Stop and Shop Parking Lot ( A DUST OF SNOW FROM THE HEMLOCK TREE 420 CHARACTER, 9-LINE POEM BY PATTY)

4 thoughts on “Cedar Waxwings at the EAST MAIN ST. TORRINGTON Stop and Shop Parking Lot ( A DUST OF SNOW FROM THE HEMLOCK TREE 420 CHARACTER, 9-LINE POEM BY PATTY)

    1. The dust of snow from a hemlock tree that saves R. Frost from rueing his days reminds me to lead a wider-awake life. Appreciating the dust of snow seems the first step. Knowing that if I look for the fine moss in the sidewalk fissures or the flash of feathers in the forest I’ll find such is the next. That plus the incentive of not liking to go to bed at night with rue in my heart. Thanks for your words too.
      Patty

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