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Poem – Winter’s Strength
The stronghold strengthens the winter depth deepens. The hill overlooks treetops holding pockets of snow to the empty blue sky quietly becoming black. With no fanfare just cold desending from heaven. From comfort of the sunroom I see yellow squares scattered in the blackness behind naked tress losing ground to the snowpacks assault a battle…
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The Search, Revisited
The goal is not to chase and find enlightenment – it is already within. The goal and path is to uncover who we already are as beings, as people, as neighbors, as caretakers of this earth, with respect and peace. So much time is spent chasing something out there, just beyond our reach. The energy…
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Poem – The Sea and the Empty Field
I awake to a sun touching each empty element and empty seed, vessels like stem cells will sprout into anything. I think of a willow tree providing shade and shelter and one emerges. I sit beneath the spindly limbs and I remember two ships anchored at sea, braced against the November Gales their bellies empty.…
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Two Winter Poems
A few zen moments as I took the snowshoes through the woods and to the hill top overlooking a nature preserve and frozen ponds filled with crisscrossing deer tracks. (1) In winter’s depth We scan the frozen lake’s shoreline glowing beneath the sun. In winter’s depth The white landscape Keeps her secrets and Resists the…
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Poem – Questions
From a distance I asked the tree Silent questions. For days we stood face to face In the gulf of uncertainty as Words flowed between in a language I did not know. Its leaves began to change and I asked how this felt. Does it hurt? When the leaves began to fall en masse I…
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Winter’s Message
Within the depth of winter, there is a message. As 2013 comes to a close, we look back and look forward. What can we do to better ourself as an individual and within the community we all are part of to some degree? Winter has blanketed the land and trees with her white wonder. The…
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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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Poem – Untitled 2
I saw the shadow of you Underneath an elm tree Expressionless, maybe shock Or denial, confusion Maybe not sure your Feet now touch. I quietly took the outline Of your hand into mine And we walked into the sun.
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Old Oak Tree
Photo of a majestic and haunting oak tree.