As the summer fades our hope is not diminished,
having been lifted, by the cooler air,
and the hint of a softer sun
still bringing life filtered,
through the trees.
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Love Always Wins
Death will not speak to us when we lift our poems
as banners waving in the wind,
our words we will fling
like javelins
straight into the heart
of darkness
into the Goliath we call hate
and in the end,
we win,
because love always wins.
This
is our warfare.
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Note: From my archives.
As Dawn Speaks
As dawn speaks to the broken heart
so autumn speaks
to the heart
in love.
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Sun Kissed Leaves
Sun kissed leaves at the top of trees in the cooler air
where the hawk bathes his feathers
in the sunlight perched
on a large branch
sometimes stretching his wings
to scare the chipmunks
below.
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As the Sun Slipped Down
She said, “Hold me….”
“Just hold me…..”
So I brought her in close
as the sun slipped down…..
through the trees.
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My Love
When she began loving me, it was like I suddenly understood,
everything made sense somehow.
I could trust her and be real
more importantly, her love allowed me to be
who I always wanted to be.
So even today,
all these years later
I still call her,
“My Love.”
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The Healing of Love
She said give me your heartbreak
and I’ll give you an ocean,
filled with light
and power,
and you will know who you are
once again.
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