Seasons

Autumn


wet morning, rustic

leaves fall riding softly on

A breath of nature.

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Women Who Run Whenever


Tomato Sandwich


A summer is tomatoes

And lots of cucumbers too.

Living in my grandparents farm

Was kindness through and through .

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Spring


a wet morning

Spring is here

As the cardinals

Build their nest.

robin’s are near.

And the world is close

To turmoil.

wrong has replace right

However the birds

Still serenade

After the stormy night .

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The Love of an Uncle


The love of an uncle

Just to be there

In the middle

Of confusion he listens

And cares .

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Easter Moon


Easter Sunrise

Pink moon descends

While Jesus’s resurrection begins .

A year of hardship

Around the world

The Wrong unfurls

May the message of love

As a sacrifice reigns

And we in follow, do the same .

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Kitchen is for Dancing


We were young

Music was in our feet.

My older sister and I

left with the chores

of the evening after dinner

to clean the kitchen.

We would wash the dishes

And as we did, we danced.

Rock and roll

And beach music,

the shag was the rage,

linoleum floor.

Our grandparent’s home

and white wash cupboards.

a small kitchen table

With a swinging door to the dining room.

A door we kept closed

So we could dance to the radio

Sitting on the yellow table

Loud enough to get by …

not loud enough to get caught

Elvis, the Beatles and Buddy Holly

Transformed into our bandstand

As we found ourselves dancing

In grandma’s kitchen …

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Father Time


Father Time returns

Another year older

His beard whiter

The weather much colder .

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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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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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