The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair
the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands
in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him
pink petals floating, swirling around
their heads, landing so beautifully
so gently, barely touching
as they gave each other
their greatest gifts
their hearts,
underneath the cherry trees.
Yes, they still remember.
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On the surface of the lake, blue ripples carrying thoughts,
drifting beyond
what I knew back then
turning pages
of time
to the glory of sailing ships
driven hard by the wind
sword in hand
I was always a hero,
even at 7 years old,
alive
with adventure.
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Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads
just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting
to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping
over a tree down, and yet
I wonder if the forest will remember
how warm the summer felt, and autumn
bursting, and the beautiful
rain, washing us.
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All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts
sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables
our memories of families happy
and running through
knee high grass
traded
for the thrill
of autumn winds,
and temporary color.
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It’s ok to remember our green, our days when we were young,
do you remember My Love, the times we lived in the flowers, and touched
the lavender? Strolling in purple, but you always drifted towards
the white, and the mix of red, making pink. I love the way
you place carnations in your hair,
with your eyes surrounding me.
My Love, so true.
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When is just a hint of autumn in the air, a cool morning, I think of us
planning our wedding, so many years ago. Talking
with Rev. Ann, and your aunt getting her house ready,
for that wonderful day and the reception.
I was surprised we paid off the ring so quickly, and I was in love with the way it looked
on your beautiful finger. I always think of us when
there is the hint of autumn
in the air.
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As the winter fades and our world
turns to green, I still remember
our winter together,
snuggling in the blankets
just a little bit longer,
drinking tea
at the breakfast table
eggs, and toast
with cinnamon,
as I admire you
in your pajamas.
Then there was bundling up
in our parkas
knit hats with gloves
to go to the movies.
I always managed to find
your cheek somehow
to plant a kiss
not that you were hiding it.
And I love that twinkle
in your eyes,
still.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Tonight more than any other night,
let’s sit by the window,
so we can take in,
the water, the coastline.
I will always remember Maine,
hiding in our bungalow,
your face reflecting the sun.
Is roast beef ok?
Lost, staring at each other,
remembering the single rose,
on our first date,
I hand you another one.
Hearts melting,
I take your hand in mine,
and bring it to my face,
tears streaming,
flooded with love for you.
I guess the roast beef can wait,
as we close the curtains,
and pull down the shades,
our lips find each other.
Happy Anniversary sweetheart,
you know I love you,
tears and kisses blending,
My Love.
Note: This is about an anniversary celebration from years past. It’s not our anniversary today, but sometimes I do look back on this.
Blessings to everyone and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
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A dresser with lace,
holding the photograph in a frame,
means more to her now,
more than last year, or the year before,
she does not want to forget,
his face.
He was so young then,
what would he look like now,
if he had survived?
Would he be married with children?
She would weep a little bit more today,
when she heard the music,
saw the flag,
echoes of gunfire in her mind,
Vietnam.
She didn’t care about the politics,
as she wept,
she just wanted,
her son back.
Note: Please pray for all those that have died in war, and their families.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
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My brothers, I cannot understand it,
the people were my lifeblood for so long,
now my pen hardly remembers.
Is the village still there?
Did you go to the mountains?
I can still see the earth,
your story, uplifted,
faded memory, calling to be clear,
feathers on a bridle, hunting for fresh food,
families, around the fire,
the cold is beginning to lift now,
with the sun I can see us again,
talking, smoking the pipe,
my pen busy with fire,
even if I do not live there,
I will be sure to visit sometimes.
Be strong my brothers, be free.
Note: This poem is about inspiration changing over time, which is natural. However, I truly miss writing about First Nations people, and the inspiration.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
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