Frozen Dominion

I walk across a constellation smoothed on glassy sky. Flakes of powered sugar-dust sift as I go by. – The ringing trees stand silent, watching, turtle-necked in white, trunks as straight as nature stand solemn at the sight. – On an islet splays a frost-tree rising from the ferns hoar-frost flashing sparkle gems that seem […]

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The Bench by the Home

He sat upon the bench beside the home reading his paper every day, or mounded both his hands upon his cane looking lithely out upon the field. And sometimes, when I came that way he called me by my name. And every time my path would wind that way I saw him sitting there. While […]

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A Tree Converses

A tree converses in a quiet way, tossing branches, arching in the spring. It greens it’s welcome, verdant home away for birds who’ve traveled, longingly on wing. – I tree in summer wears its glory light richly pleased at how it lines the cloud it stands attention, cooly tempers bright with shady silence, helpful and […]

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We Come with Food Before You

We come with food before You to bear Your grace to mind, Your ever free provision Your lavish goodness kind. We join You in our feasting and share Your presence here; For we are blessed and holy,   when You are wholly near. – We praise for taste and texture for meat and bread and […]

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Mourning Dove

A thump of rumpled rupture splonched upon the pane a shadow smear where feathered head collided with the traitor mirror. – It lies in crumpled feathers, struggling to move it’s wings of kaleidoscopic gleam splayed out like ruined broken things. – A rush of birding talons a hawk in beak and wing   snags the […]

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In Night

I thought the night would show more tame than day when working sun had gone to weary bed. But moonlit murmurs soon came out to play and whispered, wind-ing deep inside my head. – Shadows tune to different strings at night and dance macabre across the moondust sky. An ancient air, more harmony than bright […]

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It Gilds the Trees

It gilds the trees in tinges. It travels on the air. It wreaths the clouds in flashiness and rarifies the fair. – The branches dance in golden; bright wonders from afar- the treasure storehouse glidenwave from some ancient star. – The world’s a riot fire the sky’s a-dance with flame. The clouds are smoke puffs […]

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Intellectual Loneliness

Poetry, the language cloaked in imagery— few can speak it, fewer understand the way the sound of words wrap around another meaning. For most, this forest,  thick with foreign syntax, stands impenetrable  as a fortress.  But metaphor—what a door  to wider worlds! Yes, plain English needs her voice, but, oh, my first language. . . […]

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