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I pluck at the days
bitter winterberries
which even the birds
fluffed indignantly
discard as harshly sour
leaving them lying
a red mouse-trail
of unwanted hours
crossing the blue snows
of slow morning
the cardinals sing
to spite the ice
and count the days
yet to die
before the day
breathes green

© Sarah Whiteley

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