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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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