Tag: Poetry

Morning Delights

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I love the mists
Drifting through
Fir boughs, stretched
Cotton-like by green
Needle fingers,
Every second
Changing shape,
Gray clouds of
Early morning
Shadowy contrasts
Blending variations
Of rich, deep greens
Against the icy
Gray-blue sky

The Potential of Weeds

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Perhaps the weeds
Are in their season
And with loving care
Will sprout flowers
Too beautiful to believe
As they’re rooted in
The soil of your
Soul

Gulfs and Such

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Upon the edge I sit,
Staring across
A gulf of white,
Brutal, bitter, cold
Sings it’s song
Of death and delight.
And I know, within
My being’s depths
That the path across
Is life, vigorous and true,
Fully, finally alive.