Morning fog
Sun wears morning fog, /
peeks from behind damp fall trees. /
Light and thoughts refract.
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Hunters stew
Deep in the forest, /
made with choice ingredients, /
Autumn Hunters Stew.
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Spring / fall
Spring flower, fall rain. /
Iris white, droplets bubble. /
Rebloom and return.
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Remains
Dead sunflower head, /
ashtray for the shells left by those /
feasting on your life.
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091921
To see
Horizons begin /
in a cloud or on a ridge,/
bending light, earth, hopes.
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091221
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Here, gone
Rain drops fill buckets. /
Memories fill lifetimes. /
Here, gone, nourishing.
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099521
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Morning bee
August bee sleeps wet. /
Mexican Sunflower drips. /
Dry day yet to be.
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210822
Sere
Tithonia behold: /
Brown grass crunches with each step. /
Summer’s sere whisper.
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Leaf
Return to the Earth /
All that was once bright and green. /
Death nibbles at noon.
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The Glade
Yes, the irony /
Is clear to me /
How you define being brave. /
If it can be done /
With your gun, /
Then my life can’t be saved. /
But wear a mask /
A simple task /
And you holy rant and rave. /
Over your dead body, /
And this said hotly, /
You to the world vouchsafe. /
Your creed is clear. /
It is death you hold dear, /
A charging bull in the glade. /
For another’s life /
No sacrifice /
Can ever or today be made. /
Compassion has died, /
Empathy hied, /
But with your gun you’re brave. /
You’re cold, dead hands /
Stretch across this land, /
But there is nothing to save. /
That shot in your arm /
You feared would cause you harm, /
Has no hope for you today. /
You’re the Bull Without the Mask /
And your soul’s task /
Is to drive life forever from the glade.
080121
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