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Spring Equinox


Spring Equinox

Chatter of the first spring bird just outside

My open window…

The frost still rides on the quiet early evening

Lingering with a cool breeze…

Feelings of the season changing

Sweeps across my senses…

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Wind


The wind whispers

Calling softly

Like a mistress

To her bed

Swaying branches

Dance as the storms

Tempo moves into

An Evening of mystery

 

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Rain


It is the rain
Sweet sound
Gentle drops
Of morning
It is the rain
And it dismisses
The winter snow
The harsh ice
It is the rain
It is promise
Spring will be
Soon

 

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6.37 miles run

Stephanie


My Gaelic daughter,

A child of grace.

A spirited heart,

An angelic face.

Fears of a mother

Go ahead of her steps.

No greater joy,

Her pain is kept.

Walk among the clover,

Feed under the thatch.

Angels go as you rover .

A lassie of no match.

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Haiku


a tender moment

Mother and daughter share time

While the children play

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Haiku


An Irish ☘️ old pub

Refuge of change tonight

Rustic relics embrace

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Blue Moon and Orb


Blue moon and light of night

Coupled together just in sight

As Spring breaks from winter

As the cold still splinters

Heavy the air of fog and ice

seasons change the moon came twice

Silently I sit and listen

to morning signs, and sky still glistens.

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Gray Barn


There are barns that reek with cruelty,

with white washboards of dirty gray decay.

They stand barren against the bleakly sky

broken and worn from another day.

The wind now blows through them,

making sounds when the boards vibrate.

The barn keeps rhythms of the past,

whether good or whether it forsaken.

The winter’s expressions slide down the eaves,

of snow and ice and barren ground.

Now alone with all the memories,

making cracking gray barn sounds.

Gray Barn IMG_1684


Bleached white and muted grey wood line

Covered with spots of unthawed snow,

Patches of green grass left from summer.

The smoky grey morning clouds hang heavy

As the morning light breaks into a shadow cast.

Winter has taken hold into arctic temperatures

And still nature stays attentive to coming storms.

Sitting at my desk I am taken aback as one brave

Bird dares to break the silence and sing of spring