Category: Seasons
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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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My window at night ix
no sound fuller than the wind tossing leaves up and over and against our window screen as we lie here, breeze smoothing our shoulders retreating, surrendering at long last
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7/7
sails bend across the lake winds turning, twisting to oblivion ant carries sand dodging foaming surf
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7/5
cattails carousing the pond, giant metronomes swaying in mixed currents, crisscross rhythms drumming down the afternoon sun
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Fourteen months
It has been fourteen months since I began this blog. It seems like a suitably odd time to look back and take stock. Below are links to fourteen poems written during this period that received a lot of response from readers or that I particularly like myself. There is one for each month. I hope…
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This foggy rain
Standing in this foggy rain, it is reasonable, no, expected, to mark a little obscure, so let me begin to explain why poetry would have no need to be written if we all stood here right now in this foggy rain, cold dampness seeping through, its heavy cedar and pine its drizzling down the world…
Poems from in between 