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Yesterday after the snow fell
The sun came out
Late in the afternoon glow
Shined onto my face
Weathered by time
Reddened by cold
Stared blankly back
Happy to feel your presence
I will watch as you circle
All around the horizon
I will watch where you rise
Remembering such times
From many years ago
Remembering in each season
When the shadows pointed
The same way all in a row
I will watch as you set
And remember which tree
On the distance shoreline
That you torched on fire
The way you did yesterday

a cactus flower was born into the winter -
even snow flakes could not destruct the beauty
of the white petals between thorns

Such a lovely time when sweet lilacs bloom
Exploding in crimson and violet hues
Oh how lovely is her strong perfume

Such a lovely time when songbirds sing
Before the last night’s stars fade
Before the first morning bells ring

Such a lovely time when egg shells fall
Patterned and spottled white and brown
From branches high above the ground

Such a lovely time what we call spring
When the sunlight glistens in the dew
All noise and smells that new life brings

(c) Yankee4you 2018

Ah but for ten years or so
hand made soap and legging wraps
slats across the ginseng patch
roots and greens of many sorts
pesky chickens underfoot
tend to leaks in bamboo plumbing
barely get enough cordwood in

Ah but for those ten years too many
I wanna read Tolstoy by lantern light
and then sing Peter Gabriel's Games w/o Frontiers
from memory right beside her
there on the porch swing
or astride the boulder out back aways
in the flesh while we are flesh
that transitions be far less alarming

Empty coastal bay, seems lost in time
Sand undisturbed, no footprint sign
Of those who've wandered, by the sea
Amongst seashells-seaweed, scattered free

Rolling ocean, stretching wide and blue
Sparkling sunshine, shines as crystals do
Highlighted by sun, upon the water vast
Where visitors stand, eyes ocean caste

Swimmers are rare, as are children who play
Rips in the tide, can make swimmers pay
The price of the ocean, as seafarers know
Alluring trap of beauty, constant waves flow

Waves reach the beach, with a hiss or a roar
Broken by out-rocks, at the edge of the shore
Secluded and private, sheltered from breeze
On a hot summer day, ocean will tease

To swim in such splendour, gentle-sleek
Hiding its dangers, adventurous will seek
To stroll even picnic, sunbathe or paddle
Or on horse back riders, mounted on saddles.

Though everyone who visits, sense temptation
Gentle welcoming ocean, sends open invitation
No lifeguards or flags, warn of danger that waits
Just a single displayed lifebelt, to crush nature's bait

Considering my history,
Prompted by a Kid
May you read between the lines
Or read the written word
You will get two sides of my
Story

The experience was like
Standing by a towering waterfall
Casting a mist that played with light
A harpist's fingers making prisms

And I felt the mist settle
On my brow
Weeping willows swept softly
While I gazed at the calm

view

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human, measures the creation by variety of viewpoints.
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one: just measures the shell of the creation.
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another one: measures, the inner structure of the creation, by eyes of wisdom .
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Time travels through a portal of space
Sleep travels through a body at night
A thousand minutes more than half a day
A thousand unconscionable moments lay
Like the midnight rides of Ichabod Crane
Do these dreams also gallop just in vain
For the race that we enter we must win
Or only wonder what might have been
Time that travels must somehow begin
Time that travels must somehow end
Seasons of happiness seasons of sorrow
Cadence that resonates each insects song
A buzzing of passing bees going along
The path time travels winds and bends
A brook across the meadow meandering
A barnyard full of nesting sparrows
In every timber crossing and gable
Time only know when its right and able
Or demonstrate what’s right and noble
Time to awaken from our dreams
To know things ain’t as they seem
Time to distance ourselves from the past
To look forward to the things that last
A place to observe the stars in the sky
Into the night hours we watch for nigh
A light perhaps from a falling star
A moment to become all you are

How warmly a'glow your fire greets me well
Just around the bend and seein' me home
Those lovely curled swirls of smoke rising s'well
Over blankets of snow's coverin' dome

For in that sweet odour born of the woods
Many a'whole days I trudged its timber
Bucksawed and stacked neat in an ol' woodshed
Countless swings of axe make me so limber

Lo' in wind drifts over meadows swagger
With these footsteps my perilous travel
Deep into snow's softin' crust I stagger
That last longest mile I dare not cavil

The fresh smell of stew in a pot simmerin'
Hanging over your soft coals shimmerin'