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Trees in December
Trees undress at nightfall,
we watch them silently and turn away.
Holly
Druid brothers, I pick the holly and send
thoughts of peace through torn shreds
of time and space and ripples of ancient memory.
Ginger
Gingerbread house, how I wish I could make myself
very tiny and live within your fragrant, sweet walls.
December Marsh
The marsh in late fall exudes a musky scent
that rides the cold breeze and clings to my coat.
Amber brambles crunch beneath my boots while
the sunset sifts through leaves and branches.
Breathing deeply, I let the soft rays warm my soul.
River View
A thousand days can come and go
and I will never take you for granted.
English Phone Booth in the Mountains of Arizona
Everything is temporary, and curious.
Ten of my favorite English words
Bougainvillea
Frost
Crimson
Gauze
Moment
Acrid
Simmer
Eloquence
Velvet
Superstitious
A Single Memory
I search my mind for anything to hold close–
and remember only that she loved yellow roses.
Light
We all gravitate toward the
remaining light of late fall.
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