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Poem – What is Left

I see shadows drifting
behind the trees.

Across the wetlands dogs bark,
a warning of coyotes stirring about.

Jets crisscross the empty sky
bathing in evening light.

As this day closes
and the night takes over

I am left here in the darkness
with the exposed version of myself.

Poem – Preparing

I watch the sun fall into the earth
and the forest retreat into the shadows.

I watch ravens make one last flight this day
and the fields consume the rising moon.

I try to take hold of today
and let go of tomorrow.

But I know changes are near
and that we are not alone.

Poem – Merging Scenes

Evening clouds cross the open fields,
consuming empty space and trees.

We watch their fluid movements
and changing colors as the sun sets.

Each passing moment like snowflakes
and we struggle to take all of this in.

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Poem – Light from Another Home, What Controls Each Dream

Winter evening sky burns at the horizon
as day falls into night.

Eyes follow the black outlines
of branches reaching toward heaven

through the layered hues and scattered clouds
until they stop at the single white point.

I have seen you each night
from the cement patio as

the city quiets and the distant
trains come to a stop.

I have seen you each night
when sleep finally takes hold.

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** From the series “The Integration”

Nature – Land, a Fall Perspective

Evening approaches the valley shielded under the canopy of oak. The colors change from green began a week ago and today the carpet has become red. A southerly wind rattles the dense forest, shaking loose leaves and small branches. Other than nature it is quiet and calm. I come here for the quiet and calm. Peace abounds as the shadows like a blanket settle over the landscape.

I ride past open fields of golden tops swaying in the wind. The setting sun cast long is bright to the naked eye, but warm, beautiful, and peaceful.

I ride the single-track dirt trail through an immense soundscape of birds calling, squirrels foraging for nuts, and the blue jays singing.

I witness the last preparation of bees. One by one they take flight with cargo, like helicopters slowly leaving the earth, and into the setting sun. Evening dew settles upon the elongated grass, capturing the last rays of light.

The butterfly visited me today. Within the back trails under the coming darkness, the color of wings pushing the air creating a vibration captured my attention as it crossed directly in front of me.

The setting suns light scatters with the thin white clouds occupying the evening sky.

I continue to ride and the trail ascends before flattening out, bringing me between field and placid waters clinging to the last light.

The transition of summer to fall contains a new color palette as greens give way to red, yellow and orange. Flaming red maple leaves fall from the sky as I look up, standing in the middle of the trail.

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Poem – Memories

Memories of distant surfaces
of planets I have not seen.

Mountains beyond the eyes reach
and multiple suns that never set.

Where is the place beyond the
known expanse of space?

I see white petals
falling into the black water

over and over and over.

I stand at the confluence
and water washes over my feet.

I kneel at the confluence
and purple light washes over my body.

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Poem – Chasing Stars

Waiting patiently for the last evening light
to disappear beyond the horizon.

Scanning the heavens for pinpoints of light
amidst the many airplanes.

You and I have been here before
forever chasing the stars.

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Poem – Here Before

I have been this way before, down this same path,
and most likely not for the last time.

I have been here before looking for a road,
a way through the ever-increasing obstacles

with a distant light ebbing and flowing
surrounded in the absolute silence

where I only hear my breath and the
rising panic inside.

It would be easy and a relief to stop and
allow the tree roots to take over and bring me home

but that light is still out there beyond the mountains
a fragment of hope cast from unseen hands.

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Poem – One Mind

We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase
through light and dark
through heaven and hell
through ancient texts and drawings.

The human spirit longs for place,
a concrete connection to surroundings,
a palpable definition of home.
How can we look out there when we do not how we got here?

To measure today against the backdrop
of the past and the future loses
our own meaning and purpose in
the ocean lapping the white sands.

I walked that path on the boundary
shadowed in golden light from the sun
that never set and felt streams of
silent noise and vibrations.

Scattered forever I lost myself
into the water to become one
mind floating in the sea
of dark matter and strings.

In the end we are here
to be caretakers of the
very things we are part of
the very soil we came from.

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