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Best Jim Wilson Poems

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Seeing God Everywhere

The sun sets slowly
Colors of the summer sky
Spacious and holy


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Grove

The grove of redwoods;
Silent, an ancient stillness,
Soothing and serene --
I once saw a goddess there,
Eyes of night and starlight hair.


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Destination

Days
Arrive
Then depart
The river flows
Into the sunset that ceaselessly glows


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The Laundromat

I enjoy watching
Clothes tumble in the dryer
At the laundromat;
It reminds me of sunset
And its swiftly changing hues.


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A Reason for Hope

There is so much hate
And so much malevolence
At times I despair;
At the end of an alley
Blades of grass by the garbage.


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Presence

Graceful
Like an iris
Touched by the morning light
The subtle sense of the presence
Of God


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Winter Dusk

The first crescent moon
Following the setting sun
With Saturn above
In the clear December sky
I send a wish to a star


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Meander

A Renga for Poetry Soup:


Meander

Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by

Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds

Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of time

Spring's last daffodil
Plucked for a dinner paty

Diamond blue fragments
Reflecting off stream waters
Another moonrise

Sunset colors disappear
Shooting stars

Campfire sparks
Fresh fish and conversation
Embracing shadows

How many friends have vanished?
Canyon echoes

Retirement time
Facing all the could-have-beens
Tears in whiskey

Quietly at the gravesite
For her long dead daughter

Rolling ocean waves
At the sunset horizon
A ship disappears

Dry pine needles underfoot
In the distance, tolling bells

The sound of a car
Approaching - disappearing
Sleepless night

Between the windowsill plants
A single moth, dry as dust

Cloud shrouded moon
Moire patterns fill the sky
Wandering ghosts

Great grandfather's photograph
Fading before my eyes

Dried flowers
Holding a spider's web
Sunrise

Children building sandcastles
The sound of waves and laughter

The old phonograph
A song from long ago
A shaft of dust-light

Sitting on a redwood stump
A logger counts his wages

Stopping to listen
An unknown bird's mournful song
Fern embroidery

Seeds on the wind drifting by
Tea kettle whistles

In the dazzling sunlight
Achingly white billow clouds
Ring of blue

A drone of mid-day falling
On the autumn wind meadow

A hawk ascending
Call of triumph echoing
A trout in her talons

Smoke from the hermit's cabin
No one remembers his name

Winter rain
The dry emerald brook
Resurrection

Waking from a flight filled dream
Facing the machine filled day

Watching the moon set
Chaotic starshine appears
Orion's embrace

Singing satellites sparkle
Between the winter branches

River of wonder
Filling the child's eyes
Christmas morning

Bright snow on the open field
Melting in the winter thaw

All that I can find
Of the homesteader's church --
The empty window frame

Spring breeze rustling the old tree
The sound of grass and lilacs

The old woman
Serves herself a cup of tea
With her memories

Forest boulder
April rain


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Apple Blossoms

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This is a 12 Verse Solo Renga; it is in the Junicho form:


Apple Blossoms


Cool in the morning
A few leaves are still clinging
To a few branches

Is it Monday or Tuesday?
Days of retirement blend

Dry snowflakes falling,
Like white dust on the dry ground,
Scatter in the wind

As a stranger's car drives by
Exceeding the speed limit

While clucking her tongue
She disapproves of the way
Children act today

Opinions fill cyberspace
There's no time for calm or grace

A few grains of sand
Shifting at the river's edge
Ripple the surface

Sharp rays of intense sunlight
Sweat descends into the eyes

As she adds water
To her small garden fountain
In her small front yard

The shadow of her lover
Approaching with the full moon

Briefly the wind holds
The scent of apple blossoms,
The sound of an owl

"I knew you'd be here tonight."
Wave upon wave of silence


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Anniversary Thoughts

Love becomes quiet
As the years accumulate
As its roots deepen
A tree becomes more stable
Capable of enduring


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