rounding the bend
tiny gold leaves lie scattered
on dark damp asphalt
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It’s Monday, Labor Day, two years ago. I’m out for an early morning walk. It rained overnight and it’s still dripping and overcast. But I’m restless for a walk. Like the weather, my mood is unsettled. Read the rest of this entry »
morning haze of smoky dust
gives way to cool breezes
dancing over crystal blue
icy waters of the vast caldera
lined with cliffs rising precipitously
pure waters shimmer
beneath reflected clouds Read the rest of this entry »
you pressed me today—
barely balanced defenses
crumble at my feet
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Dear God,
I don’t like this one little bit. Read the rest of this entry »
lost treasure
baked in rubbish heap—
gold bounty
* * *
despite past pain
there’s no going back
to settle scores of
faulty judgments cast my way
with clear intent to harm Read the rest of this entry »
light-hearted gusts send
brilliant cotton clouds tumbling
across sea-blue sky
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the storm
passed last night
today’s air is clean, strong, heady Read the rest of this entry »
weeping branches brush
lightly against my face and
whisper sweet somethings
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a weeping beech stands watch
near the cemetery Read the rest of this entry »
sinking daylight births
spirit mist rising over
dark flowing river
* * * * *
infinitesimal
droplets Read the rest of this entry »
fledgling chickadees
four babes outside my window
irrepressible
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Exuberant, freedom-drunk and chirping madly
they teeter on spiny ribs beneath the canopy Read the rest of this entry »
blue eyes pierce spring sky
join me on the river boat–
making our way home
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Easter Morning 1949, sixty-five years ago today, Diane was born–Sister #3 with brilliant, piercing blue eyes. On February 13, 2006, Diane died after living with ALS for ten years. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 