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It snowed again last night, and in the softness,
in the silence covering the Earth
I found a peaceful place
that special space, of the heart
in which poetry dwells,
living, even shaping us
as we become
part of the cold blue light.
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Leaves don’t really surrender
to decay,
they simply let go
embracing the Earth
in the cycle
of life.
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The solar wind continued to pound and rattle the triple pane glass. Inside there was chaos as people raced in every direction, watching the sky shift and break up, feeling the weight of the wind pressing in on them.
The two of them continued their meal quietly, and she stabbed another piece of broccoli. This time there was more anger in her voice, looking me square in the eyes she said,
“You realize of course the last shuttle leaves in seven minutes……(looking at the clock on the wall) actually six minutes and fifty seconds now?” “And the nuclear wave in ten?”
I nodded silently. And yet I hesitated…….we had only met each other, 15 minutes ago…..
to be continued tomorrow.
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Note: This is fiction.
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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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.
What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
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A strong summer breeze moved through the trees of the mountain,
inviting the sun to wash over us
bathing the forest
while a crow fled the light
seeking darker shadows
to sleep in.
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