Wedding Garden Poems

Crimson lips touch in the rose bed
Sweet scents burst into a whirlwind
Wafting winds twirl leaves in a dance
Hand in hand, step by step, holding time

Sunshine...

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that barn owl in the tree must know something,
quietly it looks, follows all night long,
looks from left, right, left.. like pendulum swing,
its ears pricked, is...

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And 

Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies. 
These are the things
we live with, in the country. 
Some you step on, 
some travel in your clothes,...

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Did a gardener envision this heart and make it so?
When the tree was a sapling, did he or she tie it into place?
It matters not,...

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between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint...

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No Joke

Highway 99, 
goes no where… 
I tell you. 
I have been there 
and back. 

You have to go, 
but you can not find it....

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Hand Made Things

Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time. 
Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and...

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The Place

I had to move to the big city. 
I miss the trees and fields. 
My world feels closed in. 
The walls ever nearer to...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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Today is Enough

The morning came early. 
In fact I was up all night. 
I watched the coming and going…
of the stars.

God’s work ever at hand,...

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