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  • Standing by the river

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    Poetry

    Standing by the river
    At the water’s edge
    Lotus blooms to catch the rain
    Each drop a mirror
    Reflections off the surface
    Like a finding a pearl
    In a fish’s mouth
    ~

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  • Words written in the sand

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    Poetry

    Words written in the sand
    For the ocean and sky to see
    A few lines gently drawn
    A gift of earthly poetry
    Each retreating wave
    Brings these words to one
    What cannot be said with breath
    By hand’s caress is done
    The breeze quietly rises
    Over the water’s serene face
    As the last sun shows
    Each word’s last trace
    This gift now sent
    To mingle in the deep blue
    One day to reach your shores
    That you may know these words
    “I love you”
    ~

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  • The rain is singing against

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    Poetry

    The rain is singing against
    The glass of the window
    Take off your coat and stay
    While I make you some coffee
    I watched the drops
    Collect along the sill
    Waiting for you to return
    Earlier I walked in the evening sun
    I saw the river flow to the sea
    Bathed in golden light
    Stay here with me
    In this perfect moment
    If tomorrow is goodbye
    Still, I will have held you
    Here beside me
    You smile at me
    Over the top of your coffee mug
    As I sit
    ~

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  • Thunder rolls and cracks

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    Poetry

    Thunder rolls and cracks
    Outside the window
    Rain falls in endless streams
    While lightning flashes across the sky
    Sitting in this storm
    I turn to this beauty
    As if in a dream
    No looking, just seeing
    Then in the stillness
    After rain stops falling
    And the thunder moves
    To whisper in the distance
    I do the same
    A bird flies
    A flower blooms
    A river flows
    I am home
    Sitting in this brilliant mystery
    Placed upon my palm
    There is no holding
    Only its release
    A butterfly finds its wing
    Beauty fills me
    Though I know it has always been
    A waterfall fills the quiet pool
    A wave on the ocean
    A firefly light in the night
    Completes me
    ~

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  • This day, like any other slips by me

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    Poetry

    This day, like any other slips by me
    Like a breeze through a screen door
    A whisper roars in my ears
    Like a thunder of wings
    I find myself standing in a gale
    The windows rattle and I laugh
    Unmoved
    Whisper or roar
    When the wind lays down to rest
    The waters grow quiet and return to glass
    To reflect the moon there
    Dancing a slow tango with the stars
    Moving through the sky until daybreak
    For now, quietly laughing
    I do not know the light of tomorrow
    Yet here, the sun still shines
    ~

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  • Wrapped in the evening sky

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    Poetry

    Wrapped in the evening sky
    The moon lights a path
    I climb through the tree branches
    To walk among the stars
    Wandering with no where to go
    This freedom dresses me in
    Silver and gossamer dew
    Stepping over glittering jewels
    In bare feet, I continue
    My aimless trek
    Until the moon slumbers
    And morning light kisses the sky
    Then, I will lay my head down
    And rest.
    ~

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  • Light like a sigh

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    Poetry

    Light like a sigh
    Spreads gently across
    The mountain range
    A breath that floats
    And brushes against you
    Barely there
    Like standing in a gale
    Wind blows, clouds dance
    Then, in stillness
    Waves rest
    Blossoms unfold
    In morning
    ~

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  • Sun sets on the water

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    Poetry

    Sun sets on the water
    Orange light spills everywhere
    I sit on smooth rock
    By the shore
    Water like glass
    ~

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  • Flight of fire

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    Poetry

    Flight of fire
    Iridescent green
    Last dance
    Before sunset
    ~

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  • I feel this pause

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    Poetry

    I feel this pause
    Between breath, no breath
    The sky is sapphire
    And the birds play in the pines
    Their songs float down
    Around me like a misty musical rain
    The pause lifts itself into the air
    Curling and turning
    In an upward dance
    Like a feather caught on a breeze
    The sun shines through the branches
    I stand
    Held
    In this moment
    ~

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  • Space between

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    Poetry

    Space between
    Words
    Ice between
    River and sunshine
    Flame between
    Candle and air
    Here
    I
    Sit
    ~

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  • Snow falls

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    Poetry

    Snow falls
    Serene dance
    Soft yellow sunlight
    Falls across my hand
    What is this?
    The question weaves itself
    Between words
    I reach out
    To hold your hand
    Fingers intertwined
    Strong hold
    What is this?
    ~

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