the first window frost . signals a powerful change . to embrace or fear
a half frozen pond . tells the duck, it’s almost time . to be moving on
we can often learn more from the shadow it casts than the thing itself
waves are reactions to an outside force, the lake does not create them
through the fence, they bloom tiny flowers facing out toward the unknown
a quilt is just rags . until every fabric swatch . is stitched together
when one falls, others are there in support; or else the idea fails
temporary lines . drawn to mark the boundaries . will change tomorrow
the spider’s worry is only to spin the web not what it will catch
in a planned landscape we are told what to look at and how to see it
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