Sunrise


I woke in morning light

Looked upon the sky

Bowed my head in reverence

In nature I abide .

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Afternoon Tea


If ever there was a pleasure

that I would wish for thee.

It would be the solitude

of an afternoon tea.

I would bring the kettle

and a biscuit for you.

You would bring the tea

and we would begin to brew.

As we pour our cups

to the top of the brim.

We would take our ginger man

and laugh as it dips in.

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Massachusetts Street


We walked the dusty street,

Leaves have blown against the cracks

Stores and restaurants show signs of stress.

Some venders closed for certain days 

Others open with StreetSide cafes in front.

Others boarded up with RIP signs, now, ‘Closed.’

People’s smiles are still covered with mask

Some fun, some just black or white

So, you look at the eyes to see, if they are smiling. 

Sometimes you think they are 

Sometimes you are pretty sure they are not.

But you smile anyway and hope they noticed.

I see the sweet owner with her blonde hair

Step out to freshen the café tables 

She is only a shadow of her old self.  

She has lost weight but still just as lovely

Her spring dress is apron adorned.

She busies herself, she survived.   

The trees line the streets in autumn

The dead leaves continue to fall 

Symbolic of the last 18 months.

The wind has a familiar air of a post war, 

a time where everything was changed

A time now, where it will never be the same.

I walk with a friend who knew the before 

She now feels the after 

We, stop to shop for Christmas

We smile and remember 

We talk of hope and December 

And for a moment, we feel a healing touch.

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Tea


I poured my tea

And let it rest upon the fireplace.

I sat close by to stay warm

The embers glow on my face.

The storm just close enough

to warn that it is near and cold.

Staying far away

the clouds are gray and bold.

I return to the warmth

and start to drink my tea

It is the safety of my home

that truly comforts me.

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Autumn


Poe’s Legacy 


As I read Poe’s Chagrin

Captured Raven mystic within

Dark night knocking and blows the wind.

The spooky shadow he does write

Among the eve of hallows fright

Years go by and he is gone

Yet his words this night belong

Quotes always the raven more

Among the dark hallows yore.

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A Morning Run


run in the morning

Create by noon and look to clock

Day ended too soon

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I Forgot to Smile


I woke with a chilly cold autumn day.

Put on my running shoes 

and guzzled my coffee.

Stepped outside to start a jaunt

zipped my sweatshirt and 

double knotted my shoes.

I look upward to the black sky,

no stars, the storm left remnants 

of a cloudy morning and cool breeze.

Stepping one foot in front of the other

my body began to warm up. 

Soon the pace was decent enough 

I passed a few others, just a few

The world is not visited often 

with twilight runners. 

Dropped acorns the size of walnuts

lay trepidatiously in my path, 

hidden under leaves and branches.

I cautiously step into the places 

of shadows and lights, glare

by streetlights and car lights.

Finishing, I see reflection from the sun

just peeking into the dark horizon

giving way to a more cemented pace.

I see the car and start to slow down,

A feeling only a run can pass on,

accomplishment of the now. 

I walk to the car, feeling the breeze 

I look to see someone near and then I 

remember; to smile. 

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Monday


Young Goblins


The moon is out

The ghost about

In this soon to be

🎃 Halloween.

I run in fright

In the night

And hope to not be seen.

But the Casper winks

The pumpkins blink

As I pass the hallow team

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