Seasons

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Sitting on an old cedar chair,
staring into the fireplace
of a weathered cabin.

A worn elderly man nurses
a peaceful thought in
his mind.

Winters passing has come,
he wonders when the birds will
come back to their homes.

The fire's crackling reminds
him to inhale
softly on his pipe.

Slowly the smoke slithers
out of his mouth and swims
upward in the still air.

He pushes his hands
against the arms
of the chair.

Floorboards creek as
the man walks to the door.
His unsteady hands twist
the handle.

As he walks outside
he hears the welcome sound.
Chirping birds above him.

Eyes wet with joy, the man
begins his walk.




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Sitting on an old cedar chair,
staring into the fireplace
of a rotting cabin.

A worn elderly man nurses
a peaceful thought in
his mind.

Winters passing has come,
he wonders if the birds will
come back to their homes.

The fire's crackling reminds
him to inhale
softly on his pipe.

Slowly the smoke slithers
out of his mouth and swims
upward in the still air.

He pushes his hands
against the arms
of the chair.

Floorboards creek as
the man walks to the door.
His shaking hands twist
the handle.

As he walks outside
he hears the welcome sound.
Chirping birds above him.

Eyes wet with joy, the man
begins his walk.