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afternoon poem, february 1, 2016

. The grain in the wood Is a map; a history of sun and rain of wind and strain. . These markings are mysterious; inscrutable But unmistakably a language; a record Lines and spaces, colors and curves That mark seasons … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, August 25, 2015

Look at the light The sunlight on the lush branches They nod in the morning breeze Green bright. . The finest stems of the old trees That brush against the sky Mark every passing zephyr This is morning; this is … Continue reading

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Midnight Post, April 6, 2015

Chapter Three It was late in the fall and he knew that soon he would be returning home from work in darkness and there would be no more evening walks in the woods.  And on this day he was energetic … Continue reading

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Midnight Poem, April 2, 2015

‘ The brilliant snow has melted Leaving the forest a muted charcoal rendering of itself Vertical lines All grey and black and shade I walk among the varied oaks and maples The smooth-trunked beeches, the anemic sycamores All dry and … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, March 31, 2015

‘     The black oaks are deciduous dissenters They do not lose their leaves in autumn But hold them tight, through the months Of ice and snow As if they were some hedge against the windy cold The dead leaves … Continue reading

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afternoon poem, February 19, 2015

How the snow cleans the lines of the mountains Every ridge and fold visible perfectly defined With every leaf gone And every branch naked and pointing Jagged to the white sky Waiting for resurrection.   Copyright 2015

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Morning Poem, November 24, 2014

I remember the old street And the old dirt alley running behind the houses The clotheslines and tomato vines in every backyard. The chain-link fences And the low whir of the pushmowers Slicing across the little rectangles of lawn. I … Continue reading

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Walking On An October Evening

    I really think that if everyone in the world could do what I just did we might have peace in our time – or at least get closer to it.   October is the best of months for West … Continue reading

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The Plum Tree

    The plum tree in our front yard was radically and inexpertly trimmed. In the summer, clear gobs of gelled sap Issued from its countless wounds like stationary tears. In winter it was naked and black and bent at … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, October 3, 2014

Trimming the Tree   The bowsaw blade is tight in its frame Like a piano wire, it quivers when touched. I run the blade lightly over the arc of the maple branch Shush, it whispers, and makes a new line. … Continue reading

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