Long Larch Poems

I.

Espy, distinguish divinely made lively, lovely Trees
He or she, inhales carbon dioxide, then breathes
out for us humans, life given clean oxygen
Stout roots run deep, holding God's earth
Also, with you we were taught our first lesson

II.

Animals...

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~ (~) ~ By design this poem is interchangeable within-and-with-itself either 
way being or which ever Nonet you chose to read firsts, they always recycle 
themselves. ~ (~) ~ 

~ (~) ~ This poem can...

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Nattie and Thomas had left home
In search of the magic Portal,
And there find: Vilenist, a song,
Faerie dust--to save the mortals.

"There it is, Nattie! I can see it!"
Screamed Thomas with so much delight,
Not seeing the stream,...

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I was driving down a dirt road
in New York’s backcountry, upstate,
when I came upon a dead-end
near a small dairy farm, sedate.
The farmer must have though me strange,
and inquired if I was lost,
I said,”No, I’m just...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath...

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Kananaskis is 
four-fifths a line of  haiku
Kananaskis is

With spring’s sudden warmth
serial avalanches thunder
one triggers the next 

Winter’s snow melting 
laughing, leaping, running to 
valley far below

Green slopes banded red
dying lodgepole pine,  memories	
of last...

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Autumn As Pictures, Sounds and Fragrance

Scenery either seen before,
Or only imagined in your mind,
Or felt in your heart,
Or heard without sound.  

Sound and sight,
Aroma and feel,
All captured by words written in
Dreams and memories.

The sound...

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My long sleep wasn't disturbed by a Mallard,
no visions of wars but of absolute serenity...
giving this body a vital boost of energy;
flowing was the blood, sound was the mind!

The green-winged Teal seemed too hungry,
and munching...

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‘When will I be free from this stuff
To kiss your suave skin
And to feel the high winds pretty rough
From a gale from your deep green?’

It is the park beside the hospital
Bill is speaking to
Has undergone...

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As he wears his golden crown
He forages frantically.
The goldcrest alights, he touches down.
He wears his crown magnitoquently.
"Fee hee hee" he chirps rapidly

A spider, the goldcrest consumed;
From its web he had plucked it away.
His excited search...

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Return

Mountains so close they are
Neighbors,
Holding in the bowl of sky,
Keeping at bay the rising sun
Until late in the October
Of falling leaves
And golden larch spires.

Holding that same sun hostage,
Now leaving rose colored
In the darkening,
In the cooling...

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I was once told a story, of the wee folk of Bensham Bog; they live in carved mushroom houses that are shaped like bullfrogs and they ensure the survival of creatures there. They travel in...

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HOAR     FROST



Multi-fingered trees drowned in the mist
Mist like the cold hand of death coming to Ramses
Last night’s mist  -  purifying spirit
Enveloping all in the frost


Like a well-tended graveyard
Dead, silent,...

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In the shower of dawn's
Slow daylight, kissed by
Angels locks, there came
A wave of bird sounds, 
Then barking crafty fox

And I in nature’s orchestra,
Amid the fusty scores, the
Sound of waking voices,
Pushed slow through leafy doors	

Then carried...

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For all daylight hours of this magical season
I lingered along the edge of a lake and
Was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves
And all sounds are as crisp as autumn air.
The leaves fall and...

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There is a sadness in the Birch
In Autumn with the fall of leaves.
So silently, so no one hears
She sheds her golden tears.

There is a steadfastness in Oak,
It spreads its giant lofty limbs
In widening arcs for...

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"I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;"
. . .
"Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to...

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pine, spruce, larch -
     be my witness
as i lead this pack of wolves
across the taiga of existentialism;
   i am the biome of conflicting identities;
   my winters are...

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The Orchestra

Best heard alone in the silence
of blackness pre-dawn.

The hall, redolent of memories,
lighted by a single bulb-
log walls fashioned from old larch;
a metal roof above.

The orchestra of rain, wind.
Initially a hesitant patter;
Almost individual drops, far...

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Ode to My Love Jesus Christ--


My love Jesus, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you look, I pray humble,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the deep cimbal.

Let me compare...

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I looked thro my window and happened to see,
The entire world passing round me;
There were white picket fences,
And people sitting on painted park benches.
Children laughing and flying a kite,
With tail a swirling in the sunlight;
A...

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It’s my cardinal choice to sit in the porch
    Recalling indelible boyhood memories
    Playing hide and seek with my best buddies
    Gazing at the green cover...

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I'm waiting for the stately beech,
the giant elm, the maple, each
asleep and dreaming of the dawn
of gentle spring to rain upon
their bony branches, reaching, bare,
to catch the warming sunshine there.
I'm hoping for the graceful larch,
the...

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Like the bend of the larch in the wind of dawn,
As a twilight sky or a starlit lawn;
Like fleecy clouds in their shifting white,
As capricious as the moon is bright
Is the soul of him.

Like whispering...

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First rose blossom of the season
Spring most definitely here for a reason 
Woods now display varied green shades
Tree blossoms and tassels fade

Inclement weather on a mass fast march
Evident from the sunbeams through the larch
Sunshine returns...

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