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

giving

more blessed to give

light of joy in others' eyes

soul satisfaction

each glance reminds me

you know what pulls my heartstrings

your gift of the heart

one deep breath
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Merry Christmas!!!!

darkness

wholehearted seeking
is a thrill
and a fear;
the letting go
often euphoric
until darkness,
then, trembling.
do you trust
what you remember
from before
the sun rose?
do you remember
what you saw
before the veil
of your eyes closed?
seeds grow in the dark
not in harsh light;
they embrace
the mystery
and reach the light
just when;
the dark is not fallow ground.

vision

rushing through the crowds

do i see behind the eyes

of your great burden

chill

when the cold wind blows

my southern soul searches for

place of belonging

beauty of advent

solitary flame

a candle better than curse

the beauty of one

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now the light is two

in the deepening winter

the circle widens

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rose candle joins flame

the wait is almost over

third week of advent

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circle of complete

illuminating darkness

four lights shining bright

one deep breath

twelve days of poetry project

to sit in quiet

absorbing winter silence

december twilight

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one innocent babe

born two thousand years ago

world forever changed

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hustle and bustle

sea of humanity flows

winter wander-land

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tropical weather

childhood winters must make do

northern state of mind

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still and silent night

crunch of snow-pack under foot

homing feels so good

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cold of december

forgotten in season's hope

bearing peace and love

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strings of light delights

hope in a rainbow of shine

hugging Christmas tree

poets who blog

yummy!

delicate handling

dreaming of what you will be

autumn's sweet success
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panna cotta smooth

vanilla and cranberry

season of delight

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perfect flaky crust

nestling creamy pumpkin

dollop of whipped cream

one deep breath

hope

in winter we find
a tender moment of light
through the long darkness

container

half empty, half full

life poured forth into the glass

only you decide

waiting to be filled

with food and conversation

drink it in deeply

once whole and unlined

now broken by tides of time

beautiful in spite

one deep breath

grace

movement of grace
waters of complacency
ripple from center

pebbles

hard edges of life

tumbled about in current

smoothed by time's passing

one deep breath

passing

six years you've been gone
memories flood through this month
nobody's child now

adventure

boarding pass in hand
release from ordinary
wings carry away
words swirling around
countenance of perplexion
in a foreign land


the face of kindness
in spite of the foreign sounds
on the heart remains


dare to take the path
find directions in your heart
adventure awaits



one deep breath

ramble

leafy autumn search

on the byways of my heart

red and gold treasures