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Hot sun
Sky blackened smoke
Rising
Heat and flame

Wall of heat heading this way
Smoke and heat
Fires rage gathers pace wind fans the orange flame
Gathers speed

Houses hidden within forest deep
Green and tranquial
Heat gathers wind fans the flame
Forest torch ed

The forest burn

Luna looses her grip of the tides
issuing laced waves to caress sand and stone,
hues of color surrendering to gray,
sweet cool air providing whispers to the willows
and the footfalls of a solitary poet offers no echo.

There is peace in darkness.

Moon's light frost the tips of each wave
delicate in design yet brilliantly bold,
awareness is born as each wave shimmers uniquely,
yet surrenders to join the waters below
to be reborn again in manifest glory.

I am more wave than water.

Flocks of willows dance in the breeze
leaves flickering like stars, like chattering,
empty minded souls, whose mouths must move
constantly issuing vacuous words
as if filling some barren reservoir.

I prefer silence when there is nothing to be said.

Drinking deeply of the crisp cool air I close my eyes
and all of nature is revealed:
the past is but the future awaiting rebirth,
the present already a footprint upon the sand,
and each soul upon the earth a destiny awaits.

And in leaving I take the next step towards tomorrow.

SAS

Autumn dances of playful colors bend and spread
As the blustery winds blow through my head
Royal transformations of rich hues in many shades
Precious awe filled moments in time before it fades

The season of my birth brings such joy to heart
The oaks, maples and sumacs become my escort
As mistress moon begins to out distance eternal sun
In secret depth of night for me love has begun

Days that seemed to linger in summer’s warmth
Now shorten patiently awaiting winters long bath
Before the chill of cold white snow begins to appear
Playful Autumn days become lively, crisp and clear

Our loving Mother Earth will put her children to sleep
While the Autumn son gently persuades slumber deep
Told through the stories that teach wisdom traditions
Separating night and day in colorful definitions

Legend of the Bear, and maiden corn goddess
Tell of spilled blood reds upon green and yellows
Whisper soft comforting breaths of final hushed solace
Sweetly filling the air like sounds played upon cellos

Ancient mystical folklore tells Autumn’s story of change
Star in Libra signifying balance ‘twixt light and darkness
Sharing a harvest of love’s tender feelings to arrange
A recital of beautiful colors before an undressed caress

Autumn season beguiles us into these pure mystical places
Trees shed their clothing standing as naked tall timber
While arms of falling colors reach down with long embraces
Heralding long nights of loving making warm and tender

Let me know myself.
I am lost
in whirling time
in swirling circumstance.
Things
are so powerful!
Draining...demanding:dictating.

Let me step back
to primitive, to nudity,
to natural wisdom;
breathe
deeply
to know the
freedom of being human
here
on the miracle
of the Earth.

Not locked
in the compulsion
of living modern
traveling
inside a car, going
online,
traveling through
the polygonal
halls of illusions:
through cities.

Let me walk
wall-less, lovely,
on naked feet,
with naked eyes
and a voice
that cries for vision;

a voice that recognizes
silence, when silence
surrounds the heart,
when silence
runs over the
whispering
river of my blood!

Let me know me
and know otherness too.
My body,
to be at home here;
my soul,
to celebrate without contraint;
to lament, to weep,
without shame.

And the sound of myself
and my own
soaring dream, openly
between earth and sky.

Now I am lost
but would now be found.
Now I am hurt
but would now be whole.
Let me, by me,
know this living sphere.
My journey
is a circle, my meander,
and I turn, on crooked
pathways, toward home.

What is raised
by these dream-
stirred footsteps?
By this passage,
what is changed
from dust to gold?

SAS

Autumn leaves coming down in showers
yellow, orange, brown and red
blanketing the little flowers
tucking them into bed...

Autumn is calling
leaves falling from above
falling like
they're falling in love
with the ground...

Every leaf a flower
autumn is nature's gallery
saving up
for the grand finale!

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The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly

An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it it's loveliness

Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in imperfection
and they are a natural combination

There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one
It was only in its first year of growth

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started to cut down some of the oldest
The little fir asked what is going on?
the other trees said its Christmas time

They will be taken into people's homes
then they will be decorated and lit up
parcels at their feet sharing the joy
of Christmas, a real honour to be chosen

I want to be a Christmas tree said the fir
you are much too young and far too little
they take most trees when they are four
you will have to wait and do some growing

I want it to be spring it said not winter
then I will be able to grow big like you
soon the loggers had finished cutting down
now there were large gaps in the rows

The little fir thought lots of sun helps
at last the spring came and with it growth
the little fir stretched as high as it could
filling out as it reached upwards for the sun

In the morning men came and started to plant
soon there were lots of little trees around
one worker said strange there is one little one
should we cut it down, no leave it to grow bigger

The little fir grew all through the summer
enjoying the hot lazy days while it could
it saw many changes over the weeks and months
as autumn passed away the land cooled down

Then came the snows of winter, a blizzard or two
the snow lay heaped around the little firs roots
It will soon be time for the loggers to come
then all us four year old's will be Christmas trees

I wish I could be a Christmas tree like all of you
you will have to grow a lot more before they take you
the little tree sighed, it so badly wanted to be one
next day the loggers came and took the older trees

Once more the rows looked very bare and also bleak
the little tree hunkered down to wait for spring
then one day a little girl and her dad came
they walked down the rows looking at all the trees

That one she shouted dad, pointing at the little fir
it is rather small, would you not like a bigger one
no, no, said the little girl that one is perfect
I can reach to do most of the decorating of it's branches

Fantastic thought the little tree, I am a Christmas tree
they gently cut it down and carried it to their truck
when they got home they put some growth power on the base
and planted it in a great big pot that was a shiny red

The tree looked around the room in awe struck wonder
there were flashing lights around the snowy windows
cards strung over the fire mantle so very colourful
streamers hung from corner to corner looking so gay

Then they started to put baubles, tinsel and lights
and a lovely angel to go on the top it felt so good
at last the little fir would know what Christmas
was like, it watched all the fun as the presents

Were passed around and eagerly opened with sighs
and shouts of delight, the tree smiled at their joy
now finally they sat down and ate their dinner
with many toasts being passed, at last it was over

Then next day they took the little fir outside
and put it in a cold frame to protect it for the winter
oh wow it thought I will be a Christmas tree again next year
and so the little fir tree got it's dearest wish

Snowflakes are falling
each of unique design
some going straight down
but most floating sideways
on the gentle breeze
under cloudy-gray skies
hoping to defy gravity
for as long as possible
and enjoy the journey
back to the earth
from which new life
will eventually arise.

***

The rate of snowfall quickly increases
heavier, now, most fall straight down
‘til a breeze circles, again, from left to right
and nature transforms, momentarily.
Flakes change size and pattern of flight.

***

I sit, looking out the window; pen my
marvel at the accumulated whiteness.
As the speed of flakes’ descent accelerates,
my sun-yellow shovel waits, knowingly,
ready to dig out the day’s remainder.