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Good Morning Venus
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Poem – Untitled
Sometimes word just get in the way of the image. The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.
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Poem – Daily Observations from Lutsen, MN
Daily observations from Lutsen, MN #1 Rocky shoreline, we walked with Leroy following closely behind, grows when the sun sets and the superior water becomes frozen and black. #2 Across the blackness there is space, inhabited, desolate, empty – except today when I see each stone and each snowflake. #3 Starlight from galaxies is ancient,…
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The Guardians of Silver Lake
Minnesota. Negative 10. Snow and beautiful sunshine. The trail is empty. The sky is clear. The snow crunches. My breath heavy. A path across the pond around the lake, but I am not alone. Still, silent, rising from the icy depths. Snow guardians.
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Poem – Walk, this winter evening
Early winter walk around the lake hidden within the city. Further in and background noise fades to nothing. And the sky explodes with deep, dark colors captured in the ice and the motionless canoe.
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Adventures with Leroy – Water and Canoe
A beautiful cold day for a walk around the lake and into the woods. Not a cloud in the sky. Bare trees rattling against others. Tall grasses, dried and delicate, crunch as we make our way to the frozen shoreline. A surprise greeted us beyond the hill and next to the shoreline – a canoe…
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Poem – The Cathedral
A common path along the shore of an unnamed lake guides you over entrenched roots and persistent brush, the daily webs strung discreetly The hills of Eastern Bosnia lie dormant craggy rocks and spent shrapnel under the snow Lily of the Valley dormant, hibernates with the bears awaiting the cold to retreat Tall, arching entrance,…
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Summer, morning walk
An early morning walk in the calm and cool air. Before the paths and sand become too hot, there is a peace holding each grain, each branch, and each creature that stirs. Shadows leap from treetops to limbs. The lake is flat and hugs the shoreline closely. The sun wavers in the canopy as a…
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Poem – Peace in the City
Winters breath across the near frozen lake and the sandy beach frosted. Plump robins swoon from branch to treetop. Last years leaves slowly drying and the air filled a sharp musty. Drawn into the space away from concrete and glass. Quiet, personal reflection amplifies, becomes front and center. Chatter, chaos, the fray put on-hold (it…
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Random Thought from Lutsen
Lake Superior while a large body of freshwater, is dependent on other sources to keep a sustainable level. If the rivers that drain here do not have enough snow melt at higher elevations, and if the usage from resorts, cabins, homes, is consistent or increases, over time the level is going to drop noticeably. Soon,…