When I close my eyes, I smell you.
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With me
walk with me until we can’t walk anymore
talk with me until we can’t talk anymore
laugh with me until we can’t laugh anymore
be with me until we can’t be anymore
March Morning Thoughts
Thinking about green summer days
when the heron flies above the river
and the breeze makes the leaves
rustle and sway.
Green summer thoughts
make a cold March morning
feel warmer.
Sun
The sun warms my spirit through the pines.
Fog
The fog lifted–
like a web across my sleeping eyes
it crawled away in slow motion
leaving a snail’s trail of wispy melancholia.
The Tracks
The sun sets on the tracks turning them into straight
lines of salmon steel reflecting the day’s end.
We pause at that inverted “v” where perspective
tricks us into thinking we’ve come such a very long way.
Broken
We are all broken, to one extent or another
and there is always beauty to be found in the broken.
Days
Every story has its day,
every day – an end.
Sleeping Snowflakes
Where do the snowflakes go
when the wind dies down
and the days warm up?
Sleep well little snowflakes.
Pull
Tie a rope around this soul,
squeeze the slack and pull.
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