Plants are bedded down
for the winter.
frost bites their toes.
They are waiting for the sunlight
when everything begins to grow.
Comatose until the tarp is pulled back.
growth begins with the first
drip of moisture.
spring break
blossoms fall
on the snow
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It’s like a wave that washes upon me,
The painful sight of your face,
The precious memories we once had,
The past is all I could taste;
Grateful of all the memories
But attachment sheds these tears,
My fears come as projections
As I reminisce all of the years;
Loneliness becomes an enemy
When you fear your every thought,
Solitude becomes a prison
When you dig a torturous plot;
It takes work to leave the present
And it is truly effortless to live –
So why must I take this heartache
And give and give and give?
If it’s your pain I feel then I release you,
I beg you no longer to stay;
We’ve made mistakes,
Our souls, they ache,
But our minds no need to play;
Sleep tight, my little angel –
For you no longer exist;
Sleep tight, my little angel,
For it is time to rest in bliss.
Do you ever look to the same bright star in the sky?
Does your heart skip a beat when you remember the look in our eyes?
I’ve gone through this life alone, by myself but not for from home;
I’ve chosen to life in solitude bliss,
Sheltered by the love of what heaven truly is;
I’ve ventured through the purgatory scattered throughout my mind;
I’ve dined in paradoxes and evaded endless time –
When the stars fall and they’re in your view
And passed memories haunt the few,
May you always remember that I will always love you and the times we had,
I love the memories enough to take the good with the bad –
It is how you left us that now remains a bitter taste,
It is in the sleeping our when I’m haunted by your warm embrace;
Writing in darkness needs no light,
I need no vision to flow out all of my might;
While the clouds move and I speak to her beauty,
While my tears fall as gratitude is its duty;
I’ve always loved and admired but now I had to train to forget,
To be in the moment and not to venture into what is not yet –
When I wish for love I now hold my own embrace,
I find myself in nature and the tribe of the welcoming face –
The sun shines bright along with your infectious smile,
Memories then bring a grounding state as clarity stays for a while –
As every beginning comes to an end,
Nature’s flowers will eventually bloom again.
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little drops
come
one
after
another
in
rhythm
rain
sings
and
kisses
your
skin…
Mother Earth became weary
From pollution and noise
She sent forth a virus
To vacate her lands
The virus grew
Causing people to fear
Mother Earth rested
As the people dropped tears
From the grounds sprang spring
Signs of new life
While living stayed
Mostly cooped inside
As Mother Earth regenerated
People realized their gratitude
Zoom became of high demand
In place of a hug
No one shall know
What happens in the future
But Mother Earth
Got her well deserved rest
And, people?
They got to understand
That they need people
Connection
And, the Earth
In my garden
Up the old oak tree
Lives a beautiful
Caterpillar
With me,
Spinning around
His oak tree,
Watching him
Cocoon in my
Garden with me…
spring dawn
an old sign bangs
whilst I collect seashells
—–
I float
on your memories
resting on a lily-pad
—–
spring sunset
blown out candles
collect shooting stars
—–
in early spring
ponies gallop
on crumbling cliffs
—–
in early spring
old conversations
rest on broken branches
—–
missing you…
resting on a lily-pad
the old tsunami
—–
artist’s pallet
I collect seashells
on the shore
—–
spring sunset
a mayfly
rests on a lily-pad
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Early morning there is a scheduled pause
Save for the crickets and a freight train
Cars don’t break the streetlights’ beams
Waterfowl in the marshes are motionless
Dreaming of their magic predawn routine
Flapping wings and cacophonous songs
Darkening these skies with bursts of flight
Subliminally reminding folks deep asleep
This nearly silent interval is a treasured time
porcupines
galloping horses
low laying fog
—–
misty clouds
mountain summit
old conversations
—–
mist on trees
low laying sun
old mountain
—–
mountain peak
troubles drift
on a meandering river
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