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Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Frosting


 


When there are 

vast frosted spaces

between words

and ideas

it feels empty

until stillness

fills me up.





“Frost kills the flowers that bloom out of season….”

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Michael Angelo


Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Sketches


 




Dusted by snow

in early morning

this lace of a winter sky

swept stark and bare

by cold afternoon winds sketches 

beauty after golden leaves are gone.







“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”

~ Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam


Monday, October 19, 2020

By a Bird Sanctuary


 




On a walk one day

when the water was calm

the wind settled and still

cattails stood guard

along a broad shore

where birds nestle to rest.






“…the long tapers of cattails

are bursting and floating away 

over the blue shoulders of the ponds….”

~ Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Volume One