Category: Pentwater
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Lantern on path
Lantern swinging down path — I wonder if it is really there, if that is you, or just some accident of moonlight and wind. How is it possible for the night to be so black that no adjective makes sense? Just black-black, with shadows hovering and the wild phlox lopped over reflecting greywhite back up.…
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Winter
open water, patches of sleet chunks, rolling skin, long stretches of ice sheets deluding us that underneath lies still — exoskeleton of gray, silver, blue, black rising and falling while breath moves under and through, amniosis seeping, small curls along the shoreline where warmth? hidden dark into the churning below, gestating secrets birthed slowly with…
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Stopping by lakefront on my way home
I always think it’s aspens here but maybe it’s cottonwoods you can’t really tell unless the seeds are falling and we are way past that now. Between the leaves flipping and knocking in the wild rush off the lake and the pounding of the archers on their targets behind you an odd space opens for…
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The Red Trail
you would think as you walk along the forest ridge this time of year there could be nothing more wondrous than the not yet faded royal of the sky behind grey-brown branches, the last leaves gripping on but then the trail edges west and beneath the sky a darker blue surfaces and below that turquoise…
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Walk in woods
this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past
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Wondrous new
O wondrous, wondrous new — stone pressed from green blue, red, gray white fragments appear richer in the sun and water, cool in my palm as I wipe sand away, study your shape, your rough edges now smooth, test your weight, wonder of your old, old start, if there was one at all or if…
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