__ This is from old scribble notes of 2005.  (the idea puddles,  from old thoughts rain?) 
__ Rain is old, and forever; the dove sees its reflection in that fresh puddle... beak, to beak.

in old rain
this dove kisses itself
fresh puddle

__ This was my first post, Friday, February 13th, 2009;  during February of each year I often re-post... to renew, and restart. Smiles! _m

snow fills
this cabins shattered bones
broken tea cup

__ Just a dream... greening time. _m

ice filled night
stars seed a thought of flowers
the green