On the hill

on the hill, beneath the hill, the red fox marches

 

solstice

turns windows to gold

foxes to red noses

Cleveland to a Christmas card

and all the lights

to glory candles

Wind

my photo of my hill between the Berkshires and the Catskills on the Hudson River

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wind whistles, whispers,

whinnies, on the hill: kisses

seeds to make them spring!