Twilight crest after
midnight storm gives way to verdant
grass, and hope appears …
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a full moon light shines
just in sight, reflecting on
sleeping Queen Anne’s Lace
A silent morning
Reflection of just being
Feeling the before
A wakeful glimpse
Into darkness that helps us
See past into the light
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autumnal Equinox gently arrives
warmth of the summer lost in the skies
Burnt orange and red are made of your dress
A sigh of relief now we will soon rest
From a summer of drought and too little rain
We will put it behind us; wait for seasons to change
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Under the magic
Across the blacken sky is
Wonder of life and love
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Rain is a promise
Cleansing is the hope, may it
Be to create seed
That four poster bed and me at the foot…
was the beginnings of beginnings
and the irony it took.
My Mother’s plight to come back home,
when our Father’s fights,
and opening their doors,
no one needed to sleep on the floor.
The nights we laid, kittens in bed,
me at the foot,
as they snuggled at the head.
Quilts laid busy acoss us just right,
four poster jammed,
with three quite a sight.
As we grew older and given each a bed,
I will never forget the four poster bed,
me at the foot and they at the head.
I wonder in life when all things askew
and the trials I endured
whether old or renewed.
If being at the foot of this bed
gave me the will to survive,
in keeping my head.
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I turn to see a shoe I missed
It was my Mother’s slippers
I thought I could climb the stairs
with even sounds of flippers.
I stepped into the stairway
and much to my surprise.
I lost the one, kept the other
I felt it gone and realized
I still had one on the other foot
and that was ok you see.
I will continue on in venture
carrying my mother’s shoe with me.
So such is life in little things
our children do take with him.
The climb the shoe and little
one too and leave a shoe with them.