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Monday, January 1, 2018

Zero

Zero
        
           January 1                    Mark Liebenow


Zero degrees this morning
as if there was no temperature.
The world postcard still.
No creatures move.
I breathe the crisp air in slow,
not wanting to freeze my lungs.

Steam curls from neighborhood rooftops.
Thick snow covers the road and my mailbox.
Black tree branches brush haiku
across the white paper landscape.

The woods are silent. 
No birds at my feeder of sunflower seeds.
Deer have not followed the creek’s path up
to paw through the white crust
for green moss underneath.

Zero is a door between. 
What will be born in me this year?
What will die?

Dawn trails pink across the frozen horizon,
warms the air to eight degrees. 
The crystalline world sparkles in sunlight.
Crows glide across the frosted sky. 

A cardinal sweeps to the feeder.
his feathers bright red against the white. 
Wrens come, then chickadees,
a Downey woodpecker. 
Their sounds return life

to the brittle forest.

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