A Rengay

Richard St. Clair

an'ya

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autumn loneliness-

rising through clouds

the harvest moon

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temperature drop

I dress in front of our woodstove

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a hotter bath-

steam melts the frost

on my windowpane

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ice-laden juniper

a snowbird pulls berries

from its bough

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below zero

sun-dogs bracketing the sun

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