Tag: nature
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12 days in December
12.4 today harder than it has to be my disposition doesn’t help either 12.5 today a walk beneath the barren trees holding their empty nests I count plenty 12.6 today sixty years later Rudolf (the Red Nosed Reindeer) with them 12.7 today our Nutcracker tradition continues and g r o w s 12.8…
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Hospitable
I don’t think she’s dying At least not in the ways we think she is I think she’s letting us go Softly, surely putting some distance between herself and the human race one raging wildfire, one war torn country, one (L)Awful Democrazy at a time She does not need us not the way(s) we need…
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november signs of life
11.5 today america votes 11.6 today a gold heart on the inside and on the outside of a dumpster 11.7 today a young man rebounds with a viola 11.8 today more snow than serenity on steele street about this work signs of life is a daily practice in which I write a one line poem…
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(more) september
9.4 today glorious gladiolus bloom and droop bloom and droop 9.5 today two sunflowers one yellow with a ring of pink the other maroon; a ring of autumn 9.6 today the moon, just a sliver 9.7 today webs spider and cob the distance between life & death about these poems September continues and I am…
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the forsythia
I can remember them well but only just barely how the large bushes kept and clustered themselves into squat hollow half-trees along that chain-linked fence. their breaching buds yellow (of course) felt forgotten or just maybe fabricated drops of divinity sown right there into plain sight. no one stopped to be with them noticed they…
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portals ::
he cannot bear itthe thought of himself young & curious, unfinishedrefuses even to look at what he dare create before he understood what he understands so effortlessly now –and so this under ripe version of this beautiful man & his brilliant mind sits buried and stillworth less somehow to him now. our differing opinions surprise…
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the january wind
blows steady and sharp and truefinding me at dusk, dwindling & staying hidden in the pile of onyx hours thereafterat daybreak it is there again; alive & sure, astute. this manner of wind asks that you pay. attention. to. it.give it your secret rumination, allow it to press you forward, stand taller because of itchange…
santos scribes 