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Poem – Beast

Do each of us have a monster inside
a beast we strive to hide from the
world, those close we love, and from our self?

At the end of each day
what are we truly running from?

What shadows lurk in the forest
and what shadows do we carry?

Across the fields with scattered snow
mountains rise from the earth

in spires of solid granite,
nearly featureless – how will

this barrier be overcome?

Standing at the base of the mountains
what hope I brought here

disperses on the cold wind
scouring the surface of the empty fields,
those fields I left behind years ago
when the beast chased me away.

Poem – Awaken

I woke in the fields.
The fields I have never seen.
The fields black beneath the white sun.

Limbs emerge from snow.
Snow scatters into the wind.
Wind twists the clouds around me.

From the horizon a train nears.
The horizon shakes and fractures.
The fractured fragments cover my mind.

I was not yet ready to awaken.

Poem – Small Moments Lasting a Lifetime

The biting cold of wind
carrying water off the lake.

A sun rising behind the grey
storm clouds still in the distance.

Ice encased tree
on the rocky point.

Frozen mist carried along
the surface.

Berries cling to barren branches
providing food to robin and chickadee.

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Poem – In the Distant Valley

A wanderer of the frozen lands,
I stopped at the edge.

A silence wrapped in wind
and ice scattered across

the valley and we took
shelter beneath overhanging rock.

In the morning after the fire
we hiked 7 days to the distant valley

steeped in legends of living spirits
and the black wolves guarding the way home.

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Poem – Through the Forest

Through the forest
with only my thoughts
and the morning sun
reflecting off ice and snow.

Through the forest
the sky moves and
the cold wind shuffles
and conceals.

The previous days fall away,
my mind begins to empty
and the wind carries away
the fragments.

Free of what is no longer needed
the feelings of loss and being alone
are replaced with content and comfort
as that wind is you beyond memory.

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Poem – Voice

Through the open window
a voice whispering garbled
words drifted in with the
autumn breeze filled with the sea.

Through the morning light
reflecting off floating dust
I walked to the window
overlooking the center of town.

Empty fountain, streets, and cafe tables
sat in the mountain shadows.

In the distance a church steeple
rises sharply atop the hill
and I struggle with mixed emotions
until I see you walk from the light.

Poem – Perseverance

Storms rolled through last week.

Weak and old trees toppled to the ground or fell into a neighbor or
landed on the wire fencing with the orange flags.

Near the pole barn smaller trees were uprooted but the metal roof
still looks new, the green roof glistening when wet.

What little birch are mixed with the pine
still stand, their white and grey skin

shining through the green mass.
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Poem – Into the Sky…

We gaze from the wet earth
from the snow piles and appreciate
the warm sun and the wind through pine
masking distant city sounds.

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Poem – Transition

The first day of March and we
walk through the thin snow
covered trails and off the
path into the woods.

The winter sky keeps no
secrets but the wind
teases of spring and
the reemergence of life.

Winter to Spring

Winter to Spring