Tag: Nature
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Day 26
you, broad elm, shaved down to earth – I stand now on your great stump, yearn to be your medium, tell what you will
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Day 23
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
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Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come morning
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Day 20
is it a god or a black cat that crosses my path in these woods? am I cursed, sainted, lost, or simply trespassing?
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Day 18
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us of life still here
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Day 16
how many times have I walked through a drizzle- dreary day like this — ice floes across pavement slip me quietly into their cracks
Poems from in between 