Paradox
A robin waits and then she soars
I run the hills out of doors
In the middle of world’s unrest
I still run and the Robin makes her nest.
3.00 miles
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Haiku:
A stormy morning
Quiet through the troubled clouds
Nature is on display
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Sticks and Stones
Is it the hunger of children
that brings the beast to prowl.
Crying out the souls of poverty as
sticks and stones lay down their head.
Salty tears drying just below
the eyes of today’s forgotten,
dripped onto the little feet
without footprints to follow.
Callused soles of traveled miles,
rubbed into the distain of nothingness,
from thick leather boots stepping
on the fear of the lost children.
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A bluebird’s morning,
a runner’s eye turning.
Just in time to see,
perched in the barren tree .
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A. M.
flickering morning fire
quietly throws warmth
across the shadows
no sleep lifts me up
from my warm bed
to sit in the dark
thinking, weighted
yesterdays forge
into serenity
praying in resolution
knowing the day
will be full
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Winter Solstice
The darkness will now
curtsy Black
Turn to the moon and
stars their back
To raise the shade
Of light again
With winter’s flight
And night rescind
A frost brings a cold
Frozen nip
As the sun travels
The global trip
Giving back the light
from autumn darkness
Now soon to be out of sight
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Eagle and Child Inkling 