April is perfect
in all conceivable ways
apart from
the pining separation
from November’s divine dark
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Day 30
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Day 29
of all the angels
who wandered and waited
or not
who landed before me here, there,
what brings you to face me now?unwitting teacher
player of basketball
transient
night flier, subtle questioner,
what have you revealed of me? -
Day 28
alike from afar
but endlessly varied
stitches line
the edges of all we touch
of our made being -
Day 26
long ago
atop this wooded hill, breeze
tossing leaves,
Emerson’s pages ruffling,
a habitat discovered -
Day 25
even the sundial
loses all track of time
following
the breeze swarm through
our sea of fresh pine needles
Poems from in between 