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Poem – For Now I am the Winter
For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held time slows as snow flakes float. The sea cradles my limp body carries me further into depths away from the forming ice. The sea floor echoes. For now…
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Poem – The Sky is Burning
The black sky of antiquity replaced by what we do not know what we fear. In the depths of thought do we remember the ancient rituals and sacrifice at the base of each tree, at the shoreline, at our fingertips? The burning sky approaches from the south, consuming what we do not know what we…
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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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Finding Home
Is home truly where the heart is, or where the heart feels at home? The sun rises behind grey clouds infused with faint orange, drifting in the morning sky just above the distant treeline. Across the vast expanse of water, mountains rise to meet the sky, and the sky greets the mountains with tears. A…
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Poem – Spring
Clear evening chill light lingers over treetops one last time dear Orion.
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Northern Retreat
The race we race each day has left tire tracks upon myself. Time to get away and seek refuge along the shore of Lake Superior. Though the leaves long ago were swept from the trees, the skeletons left in the wake shimmered against the deep blue and cloudless sky. What burdens were carried here, quickly…
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Direction
A reflection on the path taken, and handling the bumps in the road.
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Alaskan Blue should be a new Crayola color. I would buy that.
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A June Afternoon, Staring at the Sky
Birds I do not know the name of. Small collections of cotton from the aptly named cotton wood tree. A robin flying from the neighbors roof to a tree in the yard. Deep blue azure background to the expanding and contracting white clouds. A Delta airplane, and then another I did not recognize. Swaying tree…
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The Meeting
(1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town square lined with meat, seafood, rugs, and incense vendors. Past the fountain until we stopped at the waters edge. I vow to become the swift moving stream atop the slow moving bedrock that is the world I…