hope

The old red barn

Has lost some charm

The bare cupboards

sound alarm .

As the day of plenty

Is now in the past

The smell of yesterday

Somehow still last

Handkerchiefs are gone

Crochet by hand

The tiny baskets

No longer stand

The apples still ripen

And the pears still fall

Mask are all worn

But not by all

Poets and artist

Will record this time

When people passed

And the need to be kind.

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Sometimes I feel like Heidi.

The moon and planets meet me,

chilly autumn air, crickets scream,

leaves are browning autumn seen.

Sliding into a Midwest home run

when leaves will fall against the sun .

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I thought of all the places

I thought of many paces

over the years I ran

In hopes i always can

It has been me

My constant …

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I was trying to run the hill

When stopped by waiting still

was a lovely deer curious of me.

And I looked closely to see,

the beauty of nature, a sight

a pause , and then took flight

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A short run under a full moon.

Foretelling of the Harvest Days

Fog and ghost in a purple haze

Winter chill will be here soon.

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I walk among ancient sands

Yet walk as if it was new

The winds blow at my side

And I only think of you.

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Only shadows seen

Many stories have I read

Of shadows to dread

However these are promise

Of the morning ahead

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