9-12-14 Each Fall summer lies down to sleep, forest floor a red and gold mattress. ~ Mary Weems and on and on Here it is snowing gently, quietly, relentlessly. My walk in this morning the snow falls accumulating softly. Slippery…
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Natural Geographic Honey in the bee box Raisins in the bread Found my baby cooking Took her back to bed Asked her in the morning How she liked my beats Said I was a poet But need to test more…
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Summer and still a chance then Fall as hope dwindles but Winter what can I say if this fly does not land on my toe and the next bee does not move before the blade all of the gods will…
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September One by one, the washes dry, grasses brown in the cut. Now the animals come down from the hills in search of water. My dog, too, running behind me, running in front, wants to drink. So we go down….
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Fly Me to the Moon Do you suppose the moon howls at the wolves, and they’re only answering? It whispers to me, the moon, me a man who would be known. No, a mutant who would be known by man,…
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Bear Island Estuary Light on the water like a remembrance of the circle we knew in movement as rivers of birds and fish follow the coast to springtime in a another blue world. The day and night meet perfectly half…
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In a Season Called Now Season’s believin’, and believed-in seizin’, graven the grief from a grievin’ grave. Conceived in deceit, believin’ deceivin’, beyond the recoil of a reason to save. Shedding the skin of a molten shine, shone in the…
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Wood Smoke in Chill Air The cusp of the crisp Leaves dry fallen crinkle Beneath bicycle wheel ~ smith Untitled Note On the front porch Thinking about Molly, Mary & Marley… “is this love is this love that i’m feelin’?”…
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SEASONAL SEASONS RECUR CORN CAN GROW ITSELF BORROW IS TO LIVE PICK WHAT YOU PLANTED AGAIN FOR THE WAIT TILL SPRING HAPPENS WITHOUT YOU ~ Lang Entropy The leaves beneath my feet crack dry sun and shadow as I walk…