A way

I have stood here

when the roar

of the water

drowned the wind

Lately

silence

Today water flows

like light

through

every crack

and crevice

somehow

finding

a way

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Faded farewell

 

Fall's faded farewell

comes

in muted greens

and dusty yellow

flowers blown

to white seed

and ice ghosts

slowly vanishing

in the warmth

of the afternoon sun

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Distant islands

 

Distant islands

where my dreams wait

in the west

where sun sets

in imagined splendor

wrapped in a crimson

cloud coat

and crowned

in violet

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Underneath

 

Underneath

the early snow

a medley

of the seasons

green of spring and summer

autumn's burnished leaves

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Almost autumn

 

Lady Sun

sails in

clad

in brilliant blue

and a plume

of cloud

High above

the half bare trees

and the half melted snow

the sky

is almost

autumn

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Cat-like

Cat-like

in an oasis

of sunlight

I contemplate

a rosy

dreamworld

behind

my closed

eyelids

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Drowsy between

 

Morning

in the moment

no work

no clear season

as almost invisible

snowflakes

fall amid

remaning leaves

I drowse

in a blurry between

content

to be

still

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Dawn October 24, 2020

The trees bask

in Lady Sun's glow

and even the clouds

are momentarily warmed

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Cathedral

 

Lady Sun returns

transforming

white walls

to cathedral windows

painted

with light 

and sky

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Dull

 

The sky

is dull

as a sheet of paper

fading

yellowing

in a box

of momentos

pushed to the back

of a dark corner

forgotten

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Past/Future

 

Already

hungry for color

I look back

for red and yellow

for sky-high blue

and the illuminated green

when light shines

through new leaves

I look back

or

do I look

forward

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Bowed

 

Bowed

beneath

the weight

of early snow

Are we unbowed

or already

breaking

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Winter blossoms

 

Snow blooms

on bare branch

evergreen

and berry

Winter blossoms

as

Autumn fades

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Creed

I believe in the three

but maybe not the faces you see

father? mother? 

son? daughter?

spirit? dove?

I believe in a creator

a life-giver

a catalyst 

a spark

I believe in a savior

who walks with us

who knows and feels

every human ache

and frustration

I believe in a presence

a enveloping energy

that sings through 

my weeping

and lifts when

I'm stumbling

I believe in the three

I am their image

Their image is me.

Fall farewell

 

Farewell fall

flaming colors

fading to

embers

Farewell

rustling leaves

swept away

by a wind

sharp

with the scent

of snow

Farewell sunflowers

heavy with seed

and the songbirds

that forage

Farewell fall

so fair

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Flakes

 

First flakes

Winter's wink

a friendly

fake-out

By noon

skies are blue

in the arms

of the bare trees

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Wintering

 

The angle

of the light

sharpens

days

growing 

shorter

by inches

I've hoarded

a pot of summer

leaves

and blooms

Hope

for the long winter

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Cloud valley

 

Sunshine streams

into cloud valley

where light

turns

dark walls

to bright mirrors

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Daily

 

Daily
the landscape
transforms
shapes revealed
colors emerging
or fading
clouds 
chasing
clouds
their shadows
playing
hide and seek
with the sun

Oak

 

Old oak

with arms open wide

to the sky

your branches

a river delta map

a palm reading good fortune

the lines of a lifetime

etched in a familiar

well-loved face

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Where

Where

could this river

of cloud

take me?

With current

swift

and dark

I fear

it will rush

the sky

into

winter

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Tokens

 

I offer these tokens

and say these magic words

hoping

the moment will linger

crimson

gold

leaf

stone

river

sky

autumn

afternoon

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Golden between

 

The air

feels like

summer

but

the light

says fall

The trees

breathe

and scatter

gold

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Golden Hour

 

This golden hour

when Lady Sun

lingers

gilding leaf

and blade of grass

warming walls

and setting windows

aflame

before

fading to indigo

night

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Jewels

 

Autumn's

gems

are scattered

with a liberal

hand

where they can

catch the eye

with their brilliant colors

and myriad shapes

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Falling

 

Fall

is flying

like the geese

in their noisy triangles

fluttering

like the dry leaves

that skitter

in the street

then settle

in corners

fading

like the colors

of the half bare trees

aflame

like the sunset

on a late

autumn

day

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Just more

The sky isn't

bigger

The air isn't

sweeter

The leaves aren't

brighter

the colors not

more red

yellow

gold

I'm not

more alive

I'm just

more

grateful

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Blooming wherever

 

Maybe

the cold world

has you retreating

bundled

and brooding

but you could be 

blooming

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Worlds

 

Continents

 of cloud

merge

fracture

and reform

fantastic

worlds

in the making

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Emerging

 

As leaves fall
the life lines
of the branches
the curves
the crossings
emerge
Shadows
fall long
and defined
The shape
of the trees
The soul
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Choose blue

 

Do I choose

to see

the ominous

clouds

glowering

in bated fury

Or the ribbon

of blue

cutting through

the dark

and spilling

light

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