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My Living Sister

That place where memories linger
beyond the towering pines

Where a limb held swing 
Once tethered on higher hopes
That stretched the ropes
On laughter that knew no bounds 

That place where memories linger 
Just there beyond the pines

And on that minute past, 
when all of light turn dark alas
And time and weather hungered ever
That wood and rope 
could not last

But out such things did  
a goodness hold
on laughter swung out 
fearless, bold
higher, ever higher!
to time and weather 

That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines -

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Harvest Ground

They came amidst the silhouettes 
Of out stretched brush
Darting lights pressed against the night
Flickering reflections 

Recalling memories
Of a child’s summers 
Spent netting Fireflies 
Along the riverside

Claiming places loosely hinged
To a minds active footing
Against a backdrop of fears 

That modern had washed away 
What past grounds had grown 
Beguiled them to Obsolescence 
Under a current of timely things 

A smiles immortal child
Never more near then forgotten
Save there along the riverside
Of dancing Lights
Inviting -

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Brighton Bridge

There came a Thrush
To Brighton bridge
To her cold downy snow
Covered birch woods

Floor planks marked 
By hurried prints
Trailing off 
to distance errands

In its beak
There a crimson flower
As odd its place to rest

How far it must have traveled 
With such a treasured gift

But no more odder 
Then the hurried footsteps scattered 
Along the weathered floor planks 
of Brighton bridge

How places seem so certain
Save to those moments 
Made up of steps

And no sooner 
in wings aflutter
There the crimson flower left

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Mirrors Age

As morn braces against the emptiness of night
And cock crows echo in waves of yellow light

Fallen mixed colors brush along the coarseness’ of stone
As fall would have them, these leaves of gold

Age as time moving swiftly through coveted hope
Laid far along twisted roads, yearning there and then
to be not parted here, have alas a distance near

But what of it, who so best to have it, more!

I tire now on thinking further, 
and would love to simply settle
On piles of leaves bright along the way
To answer no more
to things that must stay

‘Cause with any wisdom here,
I would have experienced it there
On piles of leaves I will stay, and rest a time 
before another day

And should it be the last of things, then so be it,
for I would have had 
what it was before its last,
and what more can I ask -
to take on roads we can not stand

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Willow In the Mist

A Winter's Dawn
Along the way
To make of hills
Whose shadows fall
Amidst the mist,
and arbor limbs,
In valley's Low

Where there
In such a light
A willow grows
And as if an empty room
Had found music
It returned a new light

Endearing cords played out 
By nature's hand
Interlacing the unexpected
To the unseen beauty of life

It was as it had always been
Through days that grew me
And now no leaves to it in spring
It bows as age bares down

But has left its music in me

A requiem of birth
Unmasked
In this early light

How the course of nature gives
Along the way
Gentle, unexpected gifts

A willow in the mist-

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Broken Sparrows

The seasons passed beyond the glass doors
I could see in detail each of their days
As I wheeled my chair forward-
No one day remained the same
You can always find some difference
Mirrored by choice

Save for a sparrow
That began its visits 
On that autumn morn

It perched itself on the handrail of the deck
And bathed in the warmth of the sun
Pruning its feathers as it looked toward
The distant mountains collage
Of copper, gold and brassy reds

And every year
on every season since
It did not fail to visit
Standing on the handrail of the deck
Outside the sliding glass doors

During winters I placed out seeds
And in the summers I gave water
And like this 
nature chose a companion
And I named him

Then on a very hard winter
the wind blew 
cascading landscapes
of deep snow fields 
undulating as a tide

He came
Laying with a broken wing 
That dotted red the snow
Instinctively I gathered him,
Brought him from the cold
Not knowing the choice
I had inspired
That had already been made
Sustained -

I set his wing
We spent our days together
Till the time came
to let him go

I put him out on the handrail
He stood there for a time
Pruning his feathers 
In the warmth of the summers sun

And in the end never left
And there was not
that broken sparrow 
That he gathered from the cold.

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Wild Rose

A flower long reposed
Amongst the lush green fields,
 grassy knolls

I thought to have 
but wanted first
and evening  became 
as dark the ash
amidst an ambers burn

As fate would have it.
A certain place 
glass vases make, 
in statuesque remembrance
Of days it stood
open and free 
lavished by the sun
and honey bees..

How wild a thing 
of beauty sings 
in colors splashed 
on fields of green 

And make no brighter 
in having then being..
Out of fields to remembrances
Of a once more precious thing

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Dark Lights

I can not ever have you 
to touch or to hold..
till as pure your heart surrender 
there beside mine awaiting
in places uncertain

save in such togetherness 
and by that measure know...
how my heart shall break for you;
it’s hard safe self
to complete, what was so parted 

let in the light 
that we might in Gods 
unending love
whole again become -

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Mobius

Across a field
to stand and feel
Earth's early breathe to rise
A silky fog amidst the dew
that mirrors there the light
in every gathered golden drop
that clings to blades of grass

Where the Earth doest meet the sky
and make of things continuous
to the naked eye

At play as if an end could be
a point where 
the Earth and sky 
and I could meet

But there I stand
Still, in motion
and feel the heart
within me beat
the morning dew
the soft spring grass
the Sun's transit warmth
and Earth's waking breathe
on the skin, my bare feet

I stand
Still, in motion
where the Earth and sky
Doest meet -

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Divided Circle

When the robin builds it's nest
to herald in the bloom
Thawed trails to open up
a mountain's coveted woods

And afield the animals stir
as a fragrance of nuts, berries
and honey lingers there

Amidst the growing greens
and unchanged evergreen
that time did mark a difference on
No leaves to fall
Nor colors  to change
But simply in being
absolve indifference
and whole
in such grandeur make
Knowing each hue alone
a picture does not itself create

When the robin builds it's nest
of dead leaves, moss, 
and crossed hatched twigs
to a fine pieced work