we turn away,
walk away,
run away
toward the horizon in our minds
Horizon
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These things lately
picking pinecones in the sun
clementine peels on the counter
the smell of the air after a snow storm
frosted glass mushrooms
long feathers and green moss
hot coffee in the afternoon
glass beads in violet, blue and green
flannel coats on little puppies
worn wood and peeling paint
Green Leaves
tiny people of celtic legends
curl themselves into green leaves,
leaning toward the rays of the sun,
streaming through beveled glass panes
and distant dreams of summer days
Indifference
she undresses,
and with her soul exposed to the elements,
she lies still and frozen–
covered by thick ice and casual indifference
What Reminds Me of You
tea roses in yellow hues
delicate orange and copper beads
aquamarine waves of lapping water
mahogany mountains yawning in the distance
a spanish saffron sun
The Lonely Wind
it was in the waning afternoon,
that i walked along the river–
the wind whipping my cheeks,
stinging my eyes and holding my cold hands–
later, in the depths of a dark winter evening
it hurled itself against the glass windows,
whispering and crying for attention
Frozen
the frozen marsh
receives us with a cold shoulder
and a stilled silence
which breaks only with the sorrowful
call of a blue-black crow
Merry Holidays
Merry Holidays to you and to your families.
Be safe, warm and happy and I’ll see you again in January.
Without any Fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight
A very Merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
from the song, Happy Xmas (War is Over), by John Lennon and Yoko Ono, 1971
White
Oh, I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
from the song, White Christmas, by Irving Berlin, 1942
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