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by Jeannie E. Roberts Below gate, near weave of wattle, where fence divides and shadows veil across white, your reflection reveals avian whispers in violet and light. There's serenity in the unruffled stillness, in the sheen of quiet landscape, where, behind your silhouette, trees dissolve, soften with frost and the hazy fusion of sky. Perceptive bird, perched solely, can you distinguish your image echoed faintly on snow? I wonder, do you notice beige and yellow, violet and blue? Do you pose for the painter just out of view?
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