Doorway
A cold and windy day
Outside and inside my life
Despite my gratitude
For all that life brings to me
Over the roof next door
Branches move in a tree
This rolling breeze strips
The remainder leaves to ground
Much like those tossed
Below the porch I stare
Across to the sea of grass
Of this tiny lawn between
What ate the walnuts
Thrown to my porch
Raccoons or possums
They'll have more tonight
Then I can't let more go
Their Christmas gift seen
From a poor man edged
In his walker at the doorway
Barry G. Wick
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