Maple Leaves Reaching for the Sky

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As I was carried in the wind, up and over the far side of the ridge

the smell of Christmas brushed my skin, in the swaying

of pine trees

with maple leaves watching

reaching for the sky.

The mountains embraced, the sun today.

      

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Her Future Glory

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It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning,

as if she’d been hiding,

high in the mountains

on a cool crisp morning,

revealing only a part

of her future glory.

I smiled remembering

her fire of yellow, gold, and red,

so I breathed in,

accepted the embrace

of the brillant fire

of autumn.

      

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Note: From my archives.

The Hawk Ascends

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A perfect union of earth and sky, drawing me in,

calling forth who I once was

before the ruins descended.

I take a knee,

remembering

letting go now of the prayer

I’ve been carrying

for so long, eyes closed

my back lurches and my wings extend,

unfolding

as my spirit reaches

into the clouds.

Note: Is he human or is he hawk? It’s hard to tell sometimes. 

    

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