windy
We are in between two snow squalls. The wind all night wanted to beat down our door. I step out this morning to right the garbage cans and notice our pear trees of stone. The wind does not move a single branch of theirs while my neighbour’s willowy spruce rocks back and forth hearing gospel. And in between all the howling and lamenting a cardinal’s clear voice.
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