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When ice flow melds into the ravens’ wings, freezing
and hindering their hate
we will drape ourselves with immeasurable beauty
the pine trees magnificent,
the strength
of the colder air
and the peace washing us
in the snow,
all within
the flow
of the winter sun.
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The summer light seems so much more beautiful, streaming
through the coolness and comfort
of the dark forest.
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He wasn’t exactly sure when his song returned
but it was there now,
filling his lungs, his mind
with a sense of wonder
dancing.
Somehow sunlight
flowed again
within his spirit as if
he had been
reborn.
Note: Based on an earlier work posted April 2016
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As the sun rises within us – our spirit awakens, and a poem
becomes alive, a fresh vision of words set to music,
a flooding of light
as we rub our eyes,
suddenly desperate
for a pen.
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In the heart of our poetry, there is a light worth keeping,
a piece of the sun
to strengthen and encourage.
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Let us hold on My Love, to our crimson sky,
may we bury each sunset deeply, into our hearts
so that as the world implodes, we will still
have the beauty of the sun
and love everlasting.
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Perhaps all we really need, is to lose ourselves on a quiet wooded trail
lifting our heads to absorb the caresses, of the sunlight on our faces
as we embrace the power, and the beauty of the pine trees.
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