quince

eyes blink

unbelieving, pink flutters

among winter thorns

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last year's bounty

dying, hope of harvest passed

nearby, new bloom

cold

wind off water
gusts ravage falling twilight
bringing winter home

winter wonders

cascading of white
against silhouetted trees
red bird on bare branch
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in downy repose
winter falling from grey sky
wrap the quilt closer

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sweet repose, midday
unlikely moment of rest
drifting like snowflakes

one deep breath

word power

lissa at just write has sent some blog love with the A Roar For Powerful Words! award. i must list three things that I believe are necessary to make writing good and powerful...

1.

let it flow freely

when the words present themselves

grab pen & paper

2.

write no matter what

words strung together, unknown

falling into place

3.

read others' words

listen to others' critiques

different point of view

& then i must pass this roar onto 5 other writers (never an easy task)...

jane poe

susan

sara

sandy

ricardas

nap

sweet repose, midday

unlikely moment of rest

drifting like snowflakes

timeless

in your eyes

the early days...soulgazing

your promise of moon, stars

& sun too;

in time

mellowed with age,

heartbeat &

your arms

always enough

vision

hope to be believed

we pass, but visions remain

others carry on

one deep breath

snowfall

cascading of white

against silhouetted trees

red bird on bare branch

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in downy repose

winter falling from grey sky

wrap the quilt closer

rain-soaked

rays piercing the clouds

after day of storm's deluge

just before nightfall

every leaf a jewel

the sky, golden paradox

sundown in the mist

nor'easter

sweet sorrow lounging
by cold winter's stormy night
fire to warm the hands

growing...for Rosie

daddy's red roses
climbing higher than the sky
breathe deeply of love

spy over the fence
other garden overflows
my neighbor, my friend

lounging in fresh grass
she teaches me more than weeds
cultivating love

we are years apart
yet in the garden, best friends
filling the birdbath

let it stand, she said
tired hands cease the weeding
garden overgrown

next visit inside
medicinal smells looming
long for fragrant blooms

last visit too soon
ghostly figure sounds like her
words bloom in the end

my little girl's heart
breaks into million pieces
oak grows from the weeds

afterthought

how much of myself
did i leave behind
in the movement
fast forward
before the call,
before a thought?
patience is a virtue
recognized in hindsight

falling

distant melancholy
channel bouy's rise & fall
like the slumbering breath
steady in quiet night
last sound before i drift
on night dream waters
traveling east
to meet tomorrow's sun

waxing

new moon in the sky

winking from the horizon

smiling on twilight

settling

through the maze
of my own banter
mingling with the all around,
my mind begins to quiet
as with a cup of tea
on a sunlit porch swing,
left by the wayside
of life's endless chatter
i gratefully hear
only the squeak
of solitude's springs.

what poetry means to me

ripples on the shore

arriving from place unknown

i am bound to share

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poets who blog

frost

warning for tonight
paint the earth in icy tone
touch of winter sky
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one deep breath