Winter in the Country

January 09, 1995|By Jane Lippy

A storm of grackles

pelts the silent forest with

plump, purple raindrops.

A gliding buzzard

takes a lunch break,

swooping in

at the local field.

bittersweet hangs

an orange necklace over

a dull fence;

it adorns a homely hedge

with amber jewels.

Alone, a lone crow

nibbles stale corncobs

and caws

to awaken Spring.

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