Poetry

Red Truck


It caught my eye,

I could not see

the spirit of Christmas

was all over me .

I wondered why

and kept starring long.

As I heard a song,

the song was soft

and rode in on the snow.

It followed the wind

it was then I would know.

Christmas in the night

close but out of sight

we try to understand

a Christmas of love

swept through the land .

Red truck stood still

The dog did not bark

And the snow fell

Right before dark

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The sounds of the universe


Autumn


wet morning, rustic

leaves fall riding softly on

A breath of nature.

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The Leaves


Fall growing up,

we mostly looked down;

leaves shuffling around.

The colors of our coat

matched the colors blowing

as the wind chilled before snowing.

Somehow the wrapping circles of

the wind would play under our feet.

Captivated for a while it was an autumn treat .

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Autumn


A glow of autumn,

a welcomed day.

The spring birds are leaving.

The hummingbirds have lingered ,

but only for a moment

and they will leave.

My one majestic oak tree,

strengthens itself as she knows.

She will soon shed her dress

after the brilliant ball of Fall.

Come gently autumn,

be kind to all who celebrates you.

As winter will take its turn

the world will barely take notice .

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Women Who Run Whenever


Eliza Strong


Run with the angels Eliza,

we will never forget.

The strength of your will,

the power of your step.

We will continue to run,

with the spirit of all who knew.

Why you slipped on your shoes

out for a morning renew.

Run  with the Angels Eliza,

we will push forward for you.

All the runners behind you,

will continue to tie up our 👟 shoes.

(Dedicated to :  Eliza Fletcher who lost her life recently just out for a run.)

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Eucalyptus


Magenta red

Turns her head giving life

Her pollen sprouts

Golden and shouts

A procreating strife.

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Starry Run


I climbed out of my car after tying my shoes.

I look up to see the crescent white moon hanging

among the stars as if a guest .

It is often the moon is the host, but not this morning.

I stand erect to set my watch and phone for the run.

I also set my mind, as it is surely the mind set

that begins the run…

Then I look across the darkness , and ‘oh no,’

A furry black skunk’s white stripe reflects the night shadows.

I turn and go the other way…

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