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Nothing compares, that special time of day
From darkness an explosion, sends on its way
Action called dawn, when sun wakes the world
Allowing each morning, a reality unfurled


Streaming through black, was labelled night
Dazzled the moment, reflections so bright
Followed by echo, of chorused waking birds
Spectacular sight, too beautiful for words


Suddenly aware, of the chill on the air
Lighting dew, that glistens and compares..to
crystalized snowflakes, natures own gloss
Coats-shiny-sparkles, as moist candy floss


Lifting the spirit, of all those who see
The special moments, so unique yet free
Enlightening a spirit, caressing a soul
Refreshing the mind, making humans whole.

we stood in the frame of time
the tree of life bent down to her

to whisper poems
disguised as wind

my forearm is her width entire
yet her strength is mine doubled

we make our indentations
on the fabric of death

mine an oaken scrape
on the clinkered plank

hers the space between the overlap
sheltered from the bow wave salt

we sleep in the pressure drop of air
hers the displacement of a linnet wing

mine the snow loosed from the forests
scouring the branch and the Earth

I am rough hewn from my line
she is a tangle of shrewd handshakes

I find my time at the end of it
her eyes dance in the fires

death is no burden to my understanding
as life has been conflict and war

I find comfort in the battle hymn
and distrust the calm of serenity's echo

I have dreams of laying down with her
and wake to see her face best the dawn

women of grace marry once
to men of sharp jaws set in fair faces

I am broad and bearded
and mead is dew

the hall wench shares my bones
and our transaction is honest in its fashion

all the creatures of the world
add a chapter now

starling clouded portents
curlew dirges in the estuary mud

what we face is beyond my arm
and her wit

but we make our way to meet it
nonetheless.

I want to feel again the touch of the grey rocks,
I want to hear again their tails.
They ‘’ll tell me they are rough;
That they are alchemic exhibits made by the five elements, created when…..
The earth stud against times’ steady pace in conspiratorio with fire and the storm couple!
Oh you rough, unstable, mater individuals; I know how much you try All the time to prove us innocent in the united state of mind supreme court…!!!

Into the bare cold room
He enters a figure bare
Paraded for all to see
They glare and watch

From top to toe
They seek
His soul hidden from eyes that watch for they cannot peek
They drell and peek
His modesty bare
He stands his pose

He gazes eyes fixed he watches and waits
For he is the watcher

you weave a thread around my hair
and call it not a braid
the wind it whispers in my ear
this strand: left
unrestrained

the clouds -
they dance in ecs
tasy
pounding out the rain

I watch in thunder
I hear in light

as trails:
gallop to the sea

As eyes climb its heights, intake of breath
For beauty so majestic, is capable of death
From a distance to see, a cone shape climb
Up-close-over-whelming, to snow capped line.

Craggy and steep, every side uniquely clad
Rock-face-to-forestry, variations of plaid
Shadows of nature, raw passion can un-fold
Awe inspiring wonder, less gentle more bold.

Only the faint hearted, would turn and run
From sight of mountain peak, glistening sun
Life of variations, casting happy and sad
From morning until twilight, never be bad

In blazing sunlight, or a sparkling frost
Rambling cone of beauty, hope is never lost
Pointing to open sky, uplifting heavenly soar
Climbers or artists, can ask for no more.

flying thieves
children of the spring
it's time to gather, rest and sing
the work is done.
March is at hand..
who will now start the dance ..hophophop
non stop up to the montain's top?

Two frogs sitting on a log. Waiting for sunrise and the lifting of the fog. Croaking between them one and another. Who knows they could be sister and brother.

Sitting on the log watching Lillie pads float by. When they could they jumped in for a swim. Like a painting their colors were so unique. And if you catch one they are slippery and they squeak. Still they are pretty sweet.

Frogs scare easily so try to be still and not make a sound. Or any second the frogs on the log will no longer be found. Still it's a gift and blessing. One you don't see everyday. Somehow those frogs made my day.

You never walked
it was more the curve
of the Earth
found a mooring
in the shape of your foot

You never sang
it was more a distillation
of vibrated yearning
and what followed
saluted a starved ear

You never painted
it was more you found
the depth of unwitting testimony
and light
bled through the canvass

You never chased
numerical truth
it was more the starling cloud
of value
Settling on the branch of your logic

You never swam the spring tide
it was more the sea inhaled
And the normal laws of Physics
let you pass

Baby It's Cold Outside. Wish I had a place to hide. Somewhere warm inside. These signal digit temperatures are too cold for me. Under a blankie all cuddled in a ball is what you'll find when you come to call. Not doing much cause Baby It's Cold Outside. No, I don't dare to go out anywhere.

It's too cold for children to play as they beg to ride their sleigh. Instead they drive you crazy. Inside and in the way of all you had planned to do. Still, everyone loves a snow day. No school makes the kids say, how cool.

Be thankful for food and a warm home. Stay safe if you have to roam. Hopes are set for these cold days to pass. Then we will not be thinking that Baby It's Cold Outside. Soon it will be warmer weather at last.