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And the Rains Came...
And the Rains Came…
Flickr.com “If people were seasons, she’d be monsoon. After every downpour, the garden laughed like her, wild and free.” ― Meeta Ahluwalia Summer monsoons come rolling in every nightoffering a respite from harsh intense heatAs lightning and thunder light up desert skiesfat drops of hot rain fall to offer reliefMourning doves rush from swaying trees, taking flightSeeking a refuge from the…
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Aubade to Early Dawn
Aubade to Early Dawn
Mesquite at dawn: Mesa, AZ 2022 “Startled by the earth at dawn. It was far too green”- Jim Harrison, Dead Man’s Float Early dawn-Fresh leaves on sprawling old mesquitegleams in pearly sunlightChartreuse brilliance againsta cloudless smoke blue skySwarms of tiny flies rise, swirlingin soft air as ruby-throated hummingbirdsdart after their tasty prized delicacyWildflowers unfurl golden…
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In-Between Moments of Love
In-Between Moments of Love
Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay “I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” ― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair Scent of white jasmine on a moonlit nightin-between moments of loveA nightingale singing in blue twilightin-between moments of loveCicadas calling from on high in treesin-between moments of loveA golden swarm of buzzing honeybeesin-between…
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The Old Man on Pont Neuf
The Old Man on Pont Neuf
Wikimedia Commons– Pont Neuf 1970 It’s a misty morningas I stand on Pont Neuf listening to soft lappingof water against woodThe scene is like a dreamas the fog grows thickand then a dull tappingof a wood cane on brickA ghostly grey old manout of the fog appearswearing a coal beretthat has seen better yearsHe carries crusty breadin crooked gnarled fingersfollowed by noisy pigeonsbegging him to…
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My Hands, Your Hands
My Hands, Your Hands
flickr.com “Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.” ― Marguerite Duras My hands that held yours in the last months of life have now become your hands a parchment of antique white Though memories of you never leave In dark shadows of missing you, I only need to touch my own skin and our love comes shining throughWith each swiftly passing day as my hair becomes…
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Will-O'-Wisp
Will-O’-Wisp
Image by Mathew Vondruška from Pixabay In fading grey twilight cool and crisp before night’s orchestra comes alivethere in marshland floats a will -o’- wispand swamp creatures run from the ghostly surpriseWhen night’s melodic orchestra comes alivegreat horned owls hunt for skittering preyswamp creatures run from the ghostly surpriseas gnarled ancient trees howl and swayGreat horned owls hunt for…
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African Daisies
Sown by gentle hands we lay in wait for nourishing winter rains sheltered from errant winds in the shadows of stalwart stonesWe are but simple african daisieswanting only to grow tall and strongspreading our joyful riotous bloomsto banish winter’s muted grey tonesOnce we flower, vivid blossoms soon fadethen our yellow and orange petals fall leaving tiny pods drying in brilliant sunholding paper…
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