Each Moment with My Love

Each moment with My Love, on the park bench, listening

to the music of water,

surrounded

by layers of leaves,

we whisper

sweet talk absorbed,

into the dogwood trees.

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The Colors Will Speak to Us

Within our survival, our wordflow can shift and change,

leaving us with a thin layer of grey,

yet the colors will speak to us….

calling forth that ancient mystery,

of poets pulling down inspiration,

from the sky.

Hope brightens

with the morning sun.

      

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Beauty from the Earth and Sky

In our grey of isolation green plants and blue skies

become our relatable, our tangible treasure

so that these frames of ours

these empty shells we live in,

can be filled

with who we really are

and the beauty

from the earth and sky.

      

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In the Brilliance of the Dawn

As ice releases its grip on the trees, bands of gold slice

through the forest, quicker than knives thrown,

it is a wonder how hawks can see

in the brilliance of the dawn,

and how the first flowers

can be so brave.

      

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When the Green Things Grow

When the green things grow, our vision is expanded,

recalling our victories instead

of scars, as forests

are born again,

and each flower

fills us

with a sense of hope

and strength.

        

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Winter Unrelenting

A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,

and reflections of snow maidens floating

freezing the air,

the river goes solid, surrendering.

And we behold the glory

of winter

unrelenting.

      

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Acorns

In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,

in the silent barreness

of our woods underground 

bumble bees draw close,

and chipmunks remain silent,

praying for a blanket

of snow, and to remember

where their acorns

lay hidden.

     

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In Every Season

In every season there is joy, waiting to be found,

carried on the wind

as the sun gently warms

our faces,

bringing a sense of wholeness

to who we are.

     

I’m having a wonderful time with writing, and photography. Thank you for reading!

            

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The Space Between the Seasons

In the space between the seasons, sunlight filters gently

in and through the leaves

giving us a mix of green

and yet some of the glory

found in the golden treasure

of autumn.

      

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Note: I’m under the weather today and will be back soon.

Purple

I love when purple makes its final appearance

in the softer sun,

just before autumn flourishes

in the majesty

of golds and reds.

      

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