That night, all she really wanted was for me to hold her,
as if everything
was going to be alright,
as if
her pieces
would be brought back
together again
within
my arms.
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Month: September 2018
Each Leaf Transforming
The sacred songs of crickets seem softer now
as a quiet presence
moves through the forest
trees tuck in, surrounded
by cooler air,
conserving energy
for the greater glory,
the peace and brilliance
of each leaf
transforming.
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When Light Speaks
When light is sent down, there’s no need for a messenger
as our spirits pause hopeful,
listening
for the most holy quiet,
when light speaks,
without words.
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The Mystery of Light
The mystery of light is not in the defeat of darkness
but that it is held
so wonderfully
in the human heart,
filling us at times
with hope.
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The Silence of My Heart
Some say the ripping open, the rawness of our scars creates the writer,
but I prefer the gentle movement of the leaves,
the touch of a soft rain, caressing my face
and ducks paddling quietly across
the slow meandering river,
as I listen to the silence
of my heart.
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Our Peace Will Return
When oceans hold onto our prayers, remembering
who we once were
who we hope to be again,
our peace will return
in fragments, until
we resurface
into the light.
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A Fresh Breeze
A fresh breeze moving through the leaves
filling our lungs,
lifting our spirits
inspiring
our poems.
Autumn.
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Even After All These Years
I said to My Love, I don’t feel very handsome anymore,
she looked at me, smiling
with that twinkle in her eye
and said, “You’re still
the man of my dreams…..
did you know that?”
My Love.
Note: My wife and I have been married for more than 30 years now. Yay!
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Summer’s Last Breath
Heat still lingers in the poplar trees and maples,
summer’s last breath, refusing
to yield
and yet the cool air
begins slowly
enfolding
around us
claiming victory
once again.
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The Scent of Autumn Flowers
My mind drifts to an earth with the softer sun, to a periwinkle world
with bumble bees, remembering
the scent of autumn flowers
you and I My Love
whispering
in the woods,
that day
I asked you
to marry me.
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Rivers Renewed 