I saw my own shadow today, briefly
in the pale, drear, moss encrusted northwest green.
It did not seem to care about winter or spring
or even that I cast it lightly.
It seemed careful, I suppose,
only for the ground over which it passed.
I was concerned about many other things.
Portland, Oregon – Groundhog Day, February 2, 2016
In Cascadia 
This is a wonderful poem, so simple at first glance and yet not.
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Brian: Thank you so much. I’ve read several of your poems now and I enjoy your work, especially that you put the pictures back on the wall! Peace.
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Fantastic detail
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You are so affirming! Many thanks.
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It’s all beautiful truth my friend ♡
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