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Distant Guiding Light
Descending into winterdeceiving clear skiesgive way to earth curlinginto itself for warmth. Breaking trails through fresh snowascending from the empty fields,the way surrounded by grass opensand the guiding light appears.
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Pushing Through
Pushing through the pain we see the end. Our vision expanded beyond our sphere. Perhaps we see the next milestone that offers a glimmer of hope. A sign post that we are almost there and on the other side across the chasm we are a better version of ourselves individually and collectively ready for the…
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Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments I carried herebegin to slip into the water. The cold and water I have come to embraceas years have passed, has not changed. The same stones mark the way to an ice covered shorelineand that tree has…
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Pockets and Nests
The northern cold and snow arrived late this year. Huddled against the wind we walk icy paths to the hilltop. A clear view of the cloud-skewed sky. Pockets of white, grey, and rare blue. Various footprints scattered from trees to grasses. We stop briefly to admire the apparent stillness when only the wind is heard,…
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Poem – Taking the Path into the Darkening Sky
Falling off the concrete path, I landed in the empty fields surrounded with autumn colors. I was not sure where to turn next, what road to follow, or where I wanted to go. The trees then opened showing me a path leading up into the darkening blue sky, into the unknown.
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Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this is only the beginning, if I choose to walk. I return to that road whenever direction is needed whenever I need a reminder of the path at my feet that I choose to forget. How to bring…
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Poem – Horizon
Spring has filled in the once barren forest and we witness the green waves rolling toward the blue horizon.
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Poem – Flight
Against an evening sunset and blue backdrop a pair of ravens circle, descend, and ascend a last time before landing in pine trees beginning to green as the last holds of winter give. Clinging to limbs as the winds arrive in gusts from across the lake they call to others a few trees over and…
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Poem – Morning Sky and Birds
Early morning walk to the empty fields and the blue sky filled with birds. Wind through the trees refreshing as closed eyes cleared the mind making room for nature.
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Hide and Seek with the Morning Sun
Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.