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Do You Worry or Simply Accept?

Do You Worry or Simply Accept?There is wisdomTo be foundIn the quiet Of the forestThe shadowOf the beech leafImposes itself upon the mapleA dark ovoid shapeWith a peak holeThrough whichShines a beam of lightThe imageSwishesWith staccato graceAcross the five-pointed leafLeaving no traceOf where it has touchedLike an eclipseIt blocks the sunAs it gives way ToContinue reading “Do You Worry or Simply Accept?”

Debate Debacle or Therein Lies the Rub

Debate Debacle Or Therein Lies the RubMight we call him an elderCertainlyWith all the signs of ageHis voice was not strongHis words – retrievedSometimes with effortHis pausesSome would call “deadly”To begin in such a wayGave his opponent the apparent upper hand.In our United States of AmericaWe do not treasureNor even sometimesRespectOur eldersDo not value theirContinue reading “Debate Debacle or Therein Lies the Rub”

Calico Pennant

Calico PennantThere you sitPerched uponA swaying blade of grassAn ordinary dayFor youYour beauty thoughIs light years beyondOrdinary.Your wingsLike the finest Tiffany lampshadeFragile, transparentYou flap them freelyAs they are buffeted in the windWhy don’t they vanishLike bubbles blownOn a warm summer’s day?You do not wear your heartOn your sleeveBut on your abdomen insteadA whole string ofContinue reading “Calico Pennant”

Healing Salve of the Wild Rose

Gathering flowersTo fill the vaseTo grace the breakfast tableOn the deckMy eyes catch uponDainty wildflowersBlossoms smaller than pinky nailFive summer yellow petalsSurrounding tuft of yellowI snipped a fewTo start my bouquetI spy purple flowers intermingling with yellowSimilar in sizeBut sunburst pattern of petalsI snatch themAnd my bouquet growsPeoniesA pièce de résistanceI bury my nose InContinue reading “Healing Salve of the Wild Rose”

Little Sunapee

Soothing soundsCaress my spiritRefresh my soulThe waters tumbling over the damJoining the stream below Create a melody of peaceThe birds, twittering, chirpingTweeting and singingLend a happy riffThe air,Purified by the treesHumbly standing sentryAt lake’s edgeAnd cooled by the waters of the lakeRejuvenatesAnd heals As I sip deeplyImbibing joyThe beautyOf the families of waterfowlFurry balls ofContinue reading “Little Sunapee”

Imagine 2

ImagineA world without warA home without strifeA gun without ammunitionA voice without disdainA message without scornImagineA life without hate A storm without destructionA highway without collisionsA field without ticksA rose without thornsThere are momentsThere are placesThere are chapters of life When we can thus imagineWhen our path is smoothOur waters placidIn these timesWe give thanksGratitudeContinue reading “Imagine 2”

The Rock and I

As rushing watersJoyfully escape from the dam aboveThey cross A band of whiteAs they roar over The deep grey shale rockA thick vein of whiteAdds beauty and mysteryTo the shining greyQuartz bands formAs water seeps through slateAnd creates crystals On the walls where fractures occurredI have a deposit of whiteWithin my grey and brownI earnedContinue reading “The Rock and I”

Beauty

Midnight black feathersGlistening with a sheen of brilliancePull me into friendshipIntimacy of conversationsShared in the darkYour loyalty and dedicationTo your offspringInspire and reassureTestimony to kindness in the worldAs you hunt unceasinglyTo feed your youngThe intricacy of The checkerboard patternOf the underside of your tail feathersAdds an Unexpected beautyAnd complexityIn flight,From belowYour brick red breastClaims allContinue reading “Beauty”

In Memory

Of all who servedAnd sacrificedPutting countryBefore selfHonorBefore egoDedicationBefore greed.I salute youI pause in gratitude For what you have givenI hold space in my heart For your loved onesAs they live onCarrying grief and loneliness.It is my Greatest desireThat this, your countryThat we, your peopleCan live in a mannerDeserving of your ultimate gift.

Promise

Oh, to be a pine coneHanging upon tree’s highest branchSeparate, beautifulEach scale distinguishableAgainst the cerulean skyClustered togetherResiding in a copse of conesAre they protecting each otherAs they face nature’s fury?Wind, rainSnow and crisping sunThey clingUndisturbedTreetop conesAre the first To witness morning’s lightAnd twilight’s first starWhen still young and smallTheir scales are open Ready to receiveContinue reading “Promise”