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The 4 Seasons a New View

SUMMER

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It was one of the warmer summer days
Not a breeze or cloud in the sky
The humidity so high
I could almost reach out
And pluck it from the air

I watched the sunlight
Hitting the north side of my house
Seeking shelter then slowly roll away 
Towards whatever little shade remained
With the speed of Grandma’s Black Molasses

A few miles east of the old country trail
The river’s waters had fallen
Lower than I had seen in years
Even the riverbanks had dried
Into a crumbling hard brown clay
That yearned for the rains to come

The heat, so oppressive and unyielding
Muted the voices of the birds
While all the wild animals
That usually ran about the fields
Sought out some relief or at the very least
Waited until night fell 
Before coming out to play

These were the quiet days
The silent times of life
It was the summer of waiting
A time that I could no longer dance
Or sing, or see you under the starry sky
This was the summer you had gone 
And I had grown much, much too old
To wait for another winter to come

AUTUMN 

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Autumn arrived
With a cool morning wind
And the rustling 
Of golden brown leaves
That changed color
As they hysterically danced
Through the town streets
Before heading out
To their winter home

Here and there
Gangs of ferocious squirrels 
Ran up and down the trees
Harvesting whatever fruits and nuts 
That refused to drop
From the shivering trees
Whose bare bark
Could be heard
All about the woods

As I watched
Their once small mouths
Now bulging
With bits and pieces
Of summers’ leftover bounty
Hurrying down 
The old woodland paths
I couldn’t help but smile

This is the time of year
That I enjoy the most
A time of transition
When the earth 
Prepares for a long winters nap
Yes, it most definitely was
(As I thought to myself smiling)
A time of scurrying squirrels

WINTER

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Night inched its way
Up the north-east side 
Of my house
Much in the way
A little child
Would climb over a fence
One small hand at a time

And as night's shadow
Reached the very top
It stopped for a moment
Before tumbling over
And falling down 
The south-west wall
Plunging the house into darkness

It was a familiar winter night 
But what I remember most
Was how much colder it seemed
Then other winters before
Nonetheless 
Warm or cold
It was winter
Complete in every way
With winds like icy fingers
And falling snow
That seemed to go on and on
Forever

It was on a night like this
That I thought of you
A night
When I was overwhelmed 
By everything that winter was
Compounded by a darker darkness
Than any nights I could remember
That had come before

And try as I might
I could not summon the sun
Or make it rise more swiftly
To free my mind
From unwanted thoughts
Nor could I find any solace
In the quiet, quiet
Of winter’s silence

SPRING

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The windows rattled
As the spring winds blew
Down from the mountains
And across the forest
As I watched the newly budded trees
Bend and sway

Although spring was here
It was a cold wind
That chilled my cheeks
As I pulled the hood
Tighter over my face

Walking home I watched
While last year’s winter leaves
Scurried across the ground
Every so often stopping to rest
Before running out of view

I enjoy days like this
It keeps my thoughts from rambling
On thoughts of you
With your Easter dress and bonnet
Walking, walking, walking down
This old country path
Waving to me
For the last time

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The Number Eight

Can’t sleep
My night fades into 
The bright numbers
Of a digital clock

I make coffee
Which at this time of night
Feels good
As it slowly rolls down my throat

Beginning with a single thought
Ten thousand follow
Thoughts 
That make no sense at all

All the while
I stare at the brightness
Of a digital clock
And suddenly realize

The number eight
Is brighter
Than any other number
In the darkness

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A City Walk

The day had changed
From a chilly fall morning
Into a warm autumn day
As I walked down
A car infested road
That led to the center of town

Off to my right
I noticed
In the high grass
That bent in various directions
Near the end of the curb
An old, dead
Hewlett-Packard printer

I stopped for a time
And looked
At this once mighty machine
Rusted and broken
Almost hidden
By the uncut grass

My mind ran wild
Imagining its better days
When this once powerful machine
Ran through paper after paper
Happily humming along
With nary a problem or a care

But now
It has been tossed aside
For some reason
Into the wild grasses
Of a city street

So I said goodbye
With a little prayer
And once again
Continued my way
Down the block

When suddenly
Off to my left
I spied
A dead
Old
Smith Corona typewriter

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Watching the River Run

I keep watching the river run 
Always twisting 
Always turning 

It’s there I sit 
Beneath your eyes 
And mull over dreams of paradise 

With you 

Someplace where the sky is white and blue 

Yet I’m thinking much too much 
And I hate walking alone 

It’s not often that I ponder such 
But when I wander 
Thoughts come rushing in 

Willy-nilly 

I don’t have a special place 
Where all these thoughts begin 

From the left 
And from the right 
Without warning 
They attack me when I wake 

Early in the morning 
I wish I knew what I had done 

So I’ll sit here 
With you standing there beside me 

Beneath your eyes 
Beneath the skies 
Where clouds and birds and angels fly 

And listen to the waters running free 
As you watch me 

Watching the river run

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Hello

I watched
As the fog rolled in
Inching its way
Across the fields
Slowly
Plucking all the stars
From a moonless sky

After a while
All that remained
Was a silky blackness
So dark
It felt as though
You could weigh
The heaviness
It carried
To my door

Sitting at my window
I stared for hours
At nothing
While all about the house
The weight of the night
Relentlessly pressed
On every window and door
Squeezing the outside world
From view

These were troubling nights
Sleepless night
Nights that never heard
The sound
Of a Bluebird
Welcoming the dawn
Or the warmth
Of a morning sun
Brightening the land

I spent years
At that window
First in anger
Then in sorrow
Sometimes in prayer
Making deals with God
While I waited for you
To come home

At first
I knew every word
I was going to say
But over time
I found myself
Saying out loud
Something different each day
Until
In the end
All I wanted
Was to say
Hello

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The Lion Doesn'T Sleep Tonight

His eyes 
Dulled by years 
Of iron bars and cold hard ground 
Paces in circles 
Looking but never seeing 
Past the cage that holds his soul 
First one way 
Then another 

Worn, torn and beaten by time 
While those who come to look 
And gaze at this king 
Say 
What a magnificent beast 
What a beautiful animal 

But all that really remains 
Is a coat of skin 
And sad shrouded eyes 
Pacing day and night 
In never ending circles 

First one way 
And then 
Another

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An Agreement of Love

An act of kindness unbelieved 
Love freely offered not received 
A thoughtful deed offered to ease 
Pain of words from those who tease 
A kindly gesture from a friend 
Advice and help from those who?ll lend 
A means and chance to help me mend 
And lift me up least I descend 
When all was said I?d hoped you?d sway 
And not dismiss these words away 
At last we finally both agree 
That I love you 
And you don?t love me

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Zen Buddhist Bird

A Buddhist bird flies 
Under the eyes 
Of winter’s sun 
As I watch his flight 
Across a lonely wintry sky 
Gazing up 
At his long, long flight south 

He diverts himself 
From the chilly northern wind 
A wind 
That the sun cannot warm 

He diverts himself 
With a single thought 
As only a Zen Buddhist bird might do 
And asks 

What is the sound 
Of one wing flapping? 
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"the sound of one hand clapping"...(by J. D. Salinger) Thank you Leo

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An Agreement of Love

An act of kindness unperceived 
Love freely offered not received 
A thoughtful deed offered to ease 
Pain of words from those who tease 
A kindly gesture from a friend 
Advice and help from those who’ll lend 
A means and chance to help me mend 
And lift me up least I descend 
when all was said I’d hoped you’d sway 
And not dismiss these words away 
At last we finally both agree 
That I love you 
And you don’t love me 

From the book:  Absorbed By The Sun

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San Francisco Earthquake

I want to sleep
With the windows open
On a night that believes 
In winter winds and falling snow
I want to taste your dreams
On a California bed
King sized on the Richter scale