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Fall

Cooler breezes give us relief from the stifling heat,
A signal autumn is coming, and summer is in full retreat.

Leaves on the trees turn yellow, orange, red and brown,
As the days grow shorter, they eventually find their way to the ground.

As temperatures continue to cool, animals prepare for the cold months ahead,
Birds, reptiles, and mammals make ready for longer nights and shorter days instead.

Diminished daylight triggers an internal clock,
Signaling waterfowl to fly south, virtually non-stop.

Monarch butterflies commence migrating to their winter home,
Flying thousands of miles, their wings beating in cadence to an internal metronome.

As days pass, daylight shrinks and nighttime expands,
Driven by the earth’s voyage around the sun as we have come to understand.

As the outdoor world starts changing, all plants and animals adjust,
Preparing for the formidable winter ahead is a necessity, a must.

Plants start dropping seeds while animals gather food stores - their pre-winter haul,
It’s that time of year again, a time we call Fall.

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Twin

He was born three minutes before me,
We looked identical, as much as two people can be.

We both arrived early as complications set in,
But he was taken to his heavenly home before his life began.

We were both born within minutes, but only I was given breath,
My parents were so heartbroken as he was born into death.

I’ve often wondered how my life would have been,
If he had lived, my identical twin.

And sometimes I think of how life would be,
Living this life with a brother just like me.

Even though I never knew him I feel he is always there,
Through my eyes, it's this life we share.

When I was younger, I was told I had an imaginary friend,
One who was present and played with me but generated through pretend.

At three years old my little brother was born,
Around that time my imaginary friend was no more.

My little brother and I grow closer as we age,
It would have been interesting to see how the three of us would engage.

I’ve always wondered if my imaginary friend,
Was my twin brother under the guise of pretend.

I can’t answer that question as I write this today,
But I know in my heart we will meet in heaven someday.

If he is looking down from above and watching me,
I hope he is pleased with the person I’ve tried to be.

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Dragon's Breath

Coco is a Maltese who weighs about nine pounds,
She is most happy when her family is around.

Her heart is bigger than her and full of love,
Her kisses are as soft as the voice of a morning dove.

Her kisses are sweet, but with an aroma of death,
However, they are wrapped in dragon’s breath.

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Sick Girl

If you want someone to change your world,
Don’t give up on the sick girl.

You may see her walking down the street,
But you won’t know of her struggles because she is so discrete.

You would never guess she had to re-learn to walk – twice,
Because her presentation doesn’t give off signs.

When you come to know her and the strength residing in her soul,
You will learn she is the one in control.

You see, she deals with an unseen illness,
Her inner strength and drive ensure her wellness.

She has been through hell and back,
But she is prepared if there is another attack.

She lives life as if there is no tomorrow,
She doesn’t look back with self-pity or sorrow.

Life is her stage, and she proudly sings her song,
I admire how she pushes forward and how she stays vigilant and strong.

She sees many doctors to keep the sickness at bay,
Through a coordinated regimen of treatments, her personal ballet.

She freely shares love and kindness,
She cares deeply, is a devoted friend, and exudes graciousness.

Many of her so-called friends have long gone,
Because of her illness they couldn’t carry on.

But of those true friends that stay by her side,
They have been blessed for continuing the ride.

Many dismiss those who become ill,
They write them off because of the needs the sick girl can’t fulfill.

They focus on the negative and not what she has to offer,
Instead, they only think of themselves and often ignore her.

Truth be told, this is not the truth,
Many blessings await those where friendships ensue.
She offers so much more than a burden,
Of this truth I am certain.

She is always the beacon of kindness in any situation,
This applies to any friend, acquaintance, or relation.

The pros outweigh the cons,
Of being her friend and cultivating bonds.

Focusing on the negatives, you will miss the truth,
And miss out on the positives waiting for you.

One thing is certain, she has changed my world,
For I focused on the woman, not the sick girl.

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Loneliness

Loneliness

Loneliness can materialize when you are not alone.

When relationships are strained,

The connection can be lost.

Some of the loneliest moments,

Occur when lying next to someone you love.

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My Old Guitar

My old guitar has traveled many miles,
And seen its fair share of tears but many more smiles. 

Its listeners vary – some will stop and stay,
While others, in a rush, turn and walk away.

The melodies it sings, and the emotions it projects,
Take us back to an earlier time, or a memory we can’t forget.

Her mellow tone resonates across the room,
Filling the expanse with delights of our favorite tunes.

It may not have a mind, but some say it has a soul,
Her feelings emerge in rhythms of country, blues, or rock-n-roll.

She may be old, but she remains firm and strong,
She’s always there to get me through whatever comes along.

She is almost as old as I but still a star,
I’ll always be so thankful for my old guitar.

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The Mystery of Music

Musical arrangements can impact our mood,
Minor keys sadden, while major keys unleash cheerful emotions.

The mystery lies in how it can resurrect feelings from deep within our soul,
Catapulting our memory to a certain place or a specific event.

It can transport our memory back to a point in time,
Unlocking how music impacts the soul remains mysterious.

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Winter

Fridged temperatures bite at exposed skin,
Icy cold winds pull and tug on coats, looking for a way in.

Naked trees expose their frozen bark,
It has arrived and leaves a snowy mark.

Silence deafens the ear as nothing stirs to make a sound,
Bark clad skeletons stand all around.

Seas of white are often found,
Where blades of grass and flowers once covered the ground.

Heavy snowfall filters sunlight to cast a temporary hue,
As ice crystals divert wavelengths creating a landscape with a hint of blue.

As the snow falls, it builds on the ground,
Wrapping the terrain in a blanket of ice all around.

Snowfall clings to branches with an icy grip,
Holding steadfast where leaves have been stripped.

Frozen moisture rides the wind and dances in the air,
Creatures sense it coming and are keenly aware.

Animals are hiding to escape its wrath,
A semi-lifeless landscape is the aftermath.

Formidable and nearly uninhabitable as it may be,
Reptiles and amphibians hide underground, waiting to be set free.

Birds go into hiding or shelter in place,
Not able to fly with style and grace.

They fluff their feathers to keep warm,
A puffed-up pose is their sheltering form.

Mammals burrow underground or nest in trees,
They seldom venture into this environment to risk hypothermia or freeze.

At the solstice it is at its peak,
Days of warmth seem most distant and bleak.

From this point forward, it starts to decay,
Though still distant, Spring is on its way.

Days grow longer and nighttime starts to diminish,
Circadian rhythms change, waiting for it to finish.

What once was frozen begins to thaw,
And from their icy tombs, creatures begin to withdraw.

More sunshine and rising temperatures are the kicker,
When animals emerge from surviving another Winter.

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Midnight

Midnight comes with the rotating earth,
It signals the start of the morning.
Beginning a brand-new day,
Hiding secrets to come.
Waiting to reveal,
Cloaked in darkness,
Minus light,
Steadfast,
Dark.