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Archive for September, 2014

Autumn’s Grace

Heartbeat of autumn pulses through the tree branches as winds of change dance. When the earth explodes, gold and scarlet shortly reign  in the rustling leaves. The threads of death weave a tapestry of splendor upon autumn’s grace

Heartbeat of autumn
pulses through the tree branches
as winds of change dance.
When the earth explodes,
gold and scarlet shortly reign
in the rustling leaves.
The threads of death weave
a tapestry of splendor
upon autumn’s grace

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Coral

Like an autumn sunset, Coral drifted comfort to those in view. The racy flip of her skirts divided the crowd in anticipation of what one might do with all that beauty. True to her nature, she bloomed until she faded into the night.

Like an autumn sunset,
Coral drifted comfort to those in view.
The racy flip of her skirts
divided the crowd in anticipation
of what one might do with all that beauty.
True to her nature, she bloomed until
she faded into the night.

The Coming Of Spring

Mountains rise to sky as fog settles upon the earth, and field grass listens for wisdom to speak. You learn to stand on your own when all walk away.

Mountains rise to sky
as fog settles upon the earth,
and field grass listens
for wisdom to speak.
You learn to stand on your own
when all walk away.

Star Child

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They say I was born of stardust.

They say they saw a star explode;

Fire streaking across the sky, its

Ash sprinkling along the river’s roar.

The elders say they saw my body form

As bones of earth rose from its depth.

They say they heard the river’s pulse

As it rose and jumped into my chest.

They say the streams of time flowed

Through the veins of moonlit wonder.

They say ancient rocks of the riverbed

Whispered secrets to my soul.

They say I was not meant to be confined,

I needed space only the heavens could provide.

They say each night my body thrashed

In burning pain as my wings touched

Upon the stars in spirit’s flight.

They say I climbed the mountain’s cry,

But did not return and they know why.

The wise ones say I did not fall nor did I die

For they watched me as I soared into the sky.

All I know is it is not dark from where

I watch my people gather at water’s edge,

Sipping life beneath my reflection.

Perceptions

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I do not know the weight of mud,

the way they say it sucks you down

and throws upon you what you’ve outgrown;

but I do know the weight of blood,

how it ties you to life, to love,

and to people you’ve never known.

 

I know too well the lapse of days,

the way minutes disappear into years

and the shrinking time leads my fears;

but I do not know if spirit stays

when bound to this plan, to this love

of listening to what the heart hears.

 

I do not know the flight of bird,

the arc of wing or speed of air

or if he flies without a care;

but I do know the might of word,

whether it was kind and fair

or when spoken pain was spared.

 

I do not know the stretch of trees,

if their long arms dare to hug the sun

while underground roots continually run;

but I do know the catch of please,

how you are obligated to do or be done

as if you were ever really anyone.

 

And yet I know the cost of wind,

what is lost when  breath lets go

and that which was will cease to know;

and better, I know the frost of sin

when all bitterness returns to snow.

In the cold, life and love still grow.

Continuity

Reeds rattle, trees tattle, and the clouds stand by as life flows when the wild wind blows. Nature speaks, spirit seeks, and water meets sky as life keeps though time never sleeps.

Reeds rattle, trees tattle,
and the clouds stand by
as life flows when the wild wind blows.
Nature speaks, spirit seeks,
and water meets sky
as life keeps though time never sleeps.

Night In The Fields

In the dark of night stars shine a spotlight upon a farmer’s dreamland.

In the dark of night
stars shine a spotlight upon
a farmer’s dreamland.

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