Short Freshened Poems

With long hair wrapped up, rugged nails dirt dipped,
denim overalls and barnyard boots,
I set forth to get them gnarly raspberry stalks clipped,
and return with harvested horseradish roots
and frost freshened persimmon fruits.

12-30-19...

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I have not seen you with my eyes,
But I see you in he midst of my thoughts.
I recall a time when we were together,
 The moon was hiding and the night was clear.
The rain,
That day had made,
Freshened the air,
But made mud of he road.
We were together,
These are the thoughts That I remember....

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Somehow, the glint of morn's prayer
awakens an unexplained urge 
to find new  journeys
in the remaining meditation
of time...I gush as daybreak yields
freshened rain, 
that my  old city of dreams,
of hope begins to  inhale 

all that is indelibly alive-- precious.


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Late April Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Bright sun and blue skies spread
high above a green sea
ever rising to the high tide
and the clouds came over
covering the sun.

The wind freshened,
throwing the sea against the rocks
in pale plumes of spray
springing from white, foam-topped waves.

Pushing inshore from the South-West,
the green sea grew pewter grey
as the clouds stalked across the blue sky....

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Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom
Lovely flowers freshened by the summer rain
Daisies, asters, hot poker with their scarlet plume
Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom
All equally lovely in a vase in my sitting room
It is wonderful to have cut flowers once again
Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom
Lovely flowers freshened by the summer rain. 

Written June 10, 2022...

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Mist fills the morning with freshened air
Yellow fields smile past the distant shore

Lullabies play a gentle tune
Offer hope of what's coming true
Velvet kisses in the month of June
Every touch my heart doth swoon

In winds of care I blow free
Sending signals of my love for thee 

Reaching out for you and holding tight
Each and every unguarded night
Allow my arms to be a comfort place
Left open for you with a warm embrace...

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she has freshened the meadow
the fence post are topped off in merry fashion
she floats down with such a light touch
if she was not cold, we might not notice

she begins lightly 
giving us a tiny version of herself
no one expects her to keep up this pace
but she does 
for six hours

our yards resemble Santa’s village
everything has been touched
she is twinkling with a spirit of joy
I do not want to make prints
feeling a reverence...

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