Evening Poem #3, Feb 2017

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Daylight lingers longer

As the first weeks of winter have passed

You look for pink in the evening sky now

And the tiny fingers of the oaks and maples

Are tipped in red

Somewhere the sun has melted a patch of black soil

And the aroma of fertility rises like a minor chord

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