Silver-lilac iridescent sky
over tawny hills now brushed with green
striped like crushed velvet by reaping machines.
No snow. Just still, cold and dry.
Windless air echoes the red-winged
blackbird's call, first sound of spring
while overhead, the young eagles fly.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Deschutes Crossing, February
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