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in the equinox
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you and me...
words and music
in the equinox
____
waxing moon
things get better
between us
midwinter -
a lazy chimney smoke
in the afterglow
heart strings -
the in-betweens
. . .winter winds
the signs. . .
the hollow moon.. .
and the corona around me
____
a fox
all healthy with full tail
in a january moon
____
tomorrow's wake -
a lone leaf
skittering on frozen snow
full moon
sharp edges cutting
through this verse
____
not strong enough
to read these words
. . . Manitoba line
_____
empty
church parking lot
- snow falling
January moon -
coat tails
on freshly iced pond
_____
open morning. . .
the cold breath
of village poets
____
lend me
one memory of flowers
...10 degrees and falling
where two streams meet -
the equinox
quietly approaches
____
a few fallen leaves
on the nursing home
walkway
____
soon
he'll be able to reach them
...orchard child
summer flowers gone by
to compost
. . . heart strings vibrate
____
with each tree frog
a star
into being
____
night stream
- a recurring dream
rushes by
____
night blossoms -
soft breathing scent
into reality
thunder
bouncing over the hills
. . .undeterred butterfly
____
dirt road
the smallest puffs of dust
from giant raindrops
____
after the rain
a bit of glisten
on the crow's back
shorter days
crows rushing
into dusken skies
____
wallflower
an accidental pumpkin
,makes the scene
____
summer's end
a little more gray
in my beard
I miss your hand
in late summer
. . . dragonfly dance
____
august moonlight -
oh, to be as straight and tall
as summer corn
in waves it seems
the full moon
riding on cloud crests
____
The garden tonight
unplanted in furrows deep
. . .keeps promises made
____
birdbath...
forsythias blooming
in a goldfinch leaf
Easter parade
a crowd of tulips
line the church walkway
____
cloud shift -
spring field shadows leave
a tinge of green behind
____
tiny hands
and colored eggs
. . . what field is this?
high tide. . .
what wave will finally
smooth my rough edges?
____
horses have been here
the storyline
in this April mud road
____
still together
forsythia buds open
in a cracked world vase
if you would
serve your own...
forsythia buds cracking
_____
waves
barely reaching our shoes
- distant tree tops sway
_____
morning light. . .
the birds I swear
come only in in Spring
striving...yearning to hear
the sound of millions
- snowflakes falling
____
white noise -
the softest hiss
of snowflakes falling
____
snow falling
into an open stream
- how quickly we pass