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January
Frigid west wind
Rattles the denuded trees
Outside my window

Round-shaped bushes
Remain full and lush
Seem not to mind
Insulated from the cold

Not a bird in sight
No gulls, no pigeons
Or any other winged creature
They are the smart ones

Then I'm proven wrong
A solitary gull
Flies into the wind
Wings outstretched
Gliding effortlessly

Chilled bay waters rest
While the large hulls of boats
Sit idly by
Awaiting the warm summer
And winter's release

The brown tinged grass
Uncut at summer's end
Bristles from nature's blows
I envy its resilience
While I'm cozy inside

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