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Poem – Through the Shadows
I walk through the shadows closing the path. The silence consumes reason, replaced with fear and awareness. I walk through the shadows as a visitor seeking nothing more than solitude and the desire to fall within my thoughts until they are scattered into the forest and consumed by these shadows. I walk through the shadows…
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Poem – When the Tree Speaks My Name
Weeks have passed since my last visit. Jack pine needles blanket the pole barn’s roof a painting of solid green and brown slivers. The front porch is covered with maple and oak leaves, spider webs and left-over wood that was cut for fires. What used to be a driveway is now in the beginning stages…
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Every End Leads to a Beginning
The last day of September leads quietly into October. Summer takes one last swipe before fall takes the reins. The afternoon sun is bright and unfiltered – adding a golden glow around each leaf and blade of grass. Every ending, marks the beginning of something, a continuation perhaps of the previous story, or a fresh…