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morning poem, feb. 17, 2016

Fog rests in the air I’m surrounded by white But I know that beyond the mountains still stand And in a day the clouds will flee And I will see them, green and breathing.   Fog rests in the air … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, February 15, 2016

‘ She walks through the snow as if walking through time The storm had covered all, erasing the present Yesterday’s litter, this year’s rust, the cracks in the pavement All gone under white The streetlights, the porchlights, the moonlight and … Continue reading

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evening poem, february 10, 2016

Grey winter evening Blue afternoon Sky close and clouded Darkness soon.   Snow piled and dirty Far away train Sounds in the distance Nighttime again.   Copyright 2016

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mid-day poem, February 10, 2016

  ‘ Walk along the creeks And you will see the trees awakening Even now The sycamore and birch Soundlessly siphon living water Through root, trunk and branch Drawn by light. . In only days, the oak and hickory On … Continue reading

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mid-day poem, February 5, 2016

. The snow is gone now Except in those places on the northern slopes Where an outcropping or turning of the ridge Hides some stretched rectangle in shadow all the day. There lie white mounds, dirty and pocked Eroding and … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, January 30, 2016

. The week-old snow is grimy And left in banks by the street plow The sidewalks are covered, so I carry a walking stick in the evening And slam the point into the ice shelves At the edge of the … Continue reading

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Mid-day Poem, January 17, 2016

. The first snow is a white whisper Soft, but unkind Dropping, as it does The curtain on summer’s blue and green On autumn’s red and gold. Erasing color, dimming light And reminding us Of an end that looks like … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, January 17, 2015

In the dark of a winter morning Half awake I hear a creak of boards This is not a haunting The house is old and in the winter A hard wind can push a wall Or the dry flow of … Continue reading

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afternoon poem, october 27, 2015

The great room is almost empty in the early afternoon The girl stands alone in the middle of the shining floor Silhouetted by the light from the tall, west windows. . She spins, arms aloft, and thinks of the evening … Continue reading

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morning poem, september 26, 2015

. WE SHOULD GO DANCING . I put on Sam Cooke and my feet move I don’t even have to think about it. (She was only sixteen. . . ) There is time this morning I’m alone in the house … Continue reading

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