running

Thanksgiving Run and the day is quiet,

I run the hill just in sight. 

As I labor against the height

Three young Deer crossed to run, just in sight.

I knew this was a Thanksgiving run,

I have often seen them in early sun.

Hunters were out in their tradition

I had my own Thanksgiving rendition .

As I continued to run the hill,

I see a truck parked on the side still, 

I off in distance hear the hunters’ guns,

speckled in a distant field of early sun.

I knew then, what was taking place,

and the reason the deer had a quicker pace.

As I ran on up the hill,

I said a prayer, quiet and still, 

“Run, deer, Run.”

I knew then the 3 that crossed,

would live another day, all was not lost.

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I run in the morning

It makes sense

As human nature

Fails us, and the universe

Pales from smoke

Water is dried by tears.

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Autumn’s gifts fall from the trees

among the gnarled branches.

A runner sets footing in the trail

knowing she takes chances.

there awaits the squirrels surprise

it hides among the trees,

to see the runners near demise,

as footing slips among the leaves.

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I drove up to the ‘drive through’ for coffee

As I sat to order, in flew a ‘white tail hawk’,

I interrupted my order with a “Woah,” to see,

A huge magnificent bird looking back at me.

When I was done, and ordered placed,

It looked twice in my face and off it flew.

I wondered , was it something I said,

or did it not like my cold brew?

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I wake and rouse

Throw on my shoes

I meet the dark

And watch to see

Nature smiles

Gives back at me.

ice tea a summer drink

Goes with runs

And and summer fun

Ice tea

I jaunt in the morning moon

My thoughts are miles away

I give up way too soon

So I can start my day

But I will always be

Jaunting again tomorrow .

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Artist: Christine McNeill Matteson