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Thursday, December 19, 2019

Wonderland


Wonderland

I used to dream
of wonderland.
It was always
far away.

Then, I stopped to
watch the sunrise,
and later, the sunset.
I noticed the bees
and the butterflies
sharing the flowers.
I found a heron in
the park and followed
as it took a walk.

I learned that wonder-
land isn't one place.
I create it with what
I take the time to see
in a given space.

May you enjoy the wonders of the holidays wherever you are and however you celebrate. Thank you for stopping by, This is my last post of 2019. The next post will be January 7, 2020.

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Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Sowing Cycle


Sowing Cycle

Little by little, the seeds go.
They catch the wind and fly away.
They find another place to stay.
They take root and begin to grow.

As time goes on, they start to show
the kind of care the plants will need.
They have caretakers who take heed.
The stems become sturdy and tall.
Flowers bloom, shrivel and then fall.
Pods break open and seeds are freed.

This poem is written in the Spanish form espinela.

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Thursday, December 12, 2019

The Water Rocks Me


The Water Rocks Me

When it's rolling
in to shore,
the water rocks me.

When it forms waves
that curl and foam,
the water rocks me.

When it is still
a little choppy,
the water rocks me.

Even when it looks
as smooth as glass,
the water rocks me.

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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Alone in a Bright Blue Sky


Alone in a Bright Blue Sky

I saw a cloud
alone in a
bright blue sky.
I wondered how

it would make use
of all the space in
which it could  move.
As I watched,

the cloud appeared
to hover over 
a group of trees.
I thought I saw

it reach out to
the tallest, even
though it had no
chance to touch it.

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Thursday, December 5, 2019

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Happy Thanksgiving


I am grateful to wander in beautiful places close by and far away.
Spend time observing all that presents itself.
Capture a small part of what I see.
Put together a few words about each scene. 

Thank you all for letting me share them with you.


Thursday, November 21, 2019

Reflections on Reflections


Reflections on Reflections

I am drawn to the
reflections on the lake.
I see blue sky amid
tall tree trunks adorned
with fall colors.

Geese line up on a ledge
just above the water.
One goose moves and sends
its reflection scampering
up a watery wall, as though
it is rushing to receive a kiss.

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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Let the Memories Fall Away


Let the Memories Fall Away

I try to
let the memories
fall away.
They are old
and I want them
to wither.

I know
they will always
be there.
They crackle
when I stumble
onto them.

I focus on
the growth that
has taken place
around them instead
of getting caught up
in the noise.

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Thursday, November 14, 2019

Which Way Shall I Go?


Which Way Shall I go?

Which way shall I go?
I don't know. I don't know.

Some routes show their charm.
Could they lead to harm, lead to harm?

Some appear to be quite dense.
Would the trip be too intense, too intense?

Some are pointed out.
I have doubts. I have doubts.

Which path shall I take?
The one I'll make. The one I'll make.

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Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Winter Drops In Early


Winter Drops In Early

Winter drops in early,
only stays a couple of days.

I put on my heaviest jacket
and a pair of boots.
.
My foot slips ever so slightly
when I step outside.

I have to brush snow off
the car before I start to drive.
.
The car slides a little bit
when I make a turn.

Winter drops in early
to remind us how it works.

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Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Planters


Planters

I am grateful to those
who sow the seeds.
The planters of
knowledge, beauty,
compassion and love.
They plant whether
the soil appears
fertile or not.

Their reward comes from
the act, not the results.

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Thursday, October 31, 2019