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all that is winter
vanishes into silence
at the first lightning
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this is no echo

spring storms in the far distance

their thunder is real

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we reach for magic
and finding it we must fall
yet so much glory

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clinking of hailstones
long stalks bow in the swift wind
drought is not broken

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fearing urgent green
we turn our backs on summer
diving into work
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forgotten winter
a gentle may breeze stirs the green
blocking my vision
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under darkest green
the force of summer pushing
promises so much

 

backyard

Mar. 12th, 2008 02:04 pm
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yesterday has passed
wind slowly moves the branches
into tomorrow
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branch fractal budding
spring comes not so calmly
storm is on the wing

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pale dusting of snow
on the green next to flowers
mixup of seasons

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a winter wonder
the frogs croaking so loudly
behind our small house
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 silent these bright woods
in the hard wintry noon light
which lies about warmth

we look at blue sky
and think of bright birds that skim
over highest trees

in hottest august
winter will seem mystery
but now it is truth

sophocles

Jan. 24th, 2008 04:07 pm
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the angriest god
fights justice against justice
with no victory
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perfection of form
branches bare of all their leaves
winter's deepest heart

so brief the white snow
thin the ice on our small pond
frogs' eggs in cold mud

deer eating our leaves
their hoofprints marking bare mud
life in the suburbs

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 divine the meaning
of frost on the pond water
not mild the winter
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midwinter and rain
dripping steadily down pipe
cleansing our small world

inside the warmest
thoughts filling our tired minds
as we sip our tea

out of the darkness
swaying shapes of the bare trees
dance against the grey

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nothing ever rests
all is in constant motion
swift clouds in blue sky

cold weather coming
in the long nights your warm touch
spreading gentle calm

you asleep by me
soft snores steady reassure
that all remains safe

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night takes time to fade
fogs and steams fill the valleys
a lone dog may bark

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moment of capture
long walk to strange fort on coast
unknown the purpose

the middle passage
ignored by happy sea-beasts
not by hungry sharks

plantation practice
to survive the killing work
and speaking monsters

the slave resisting
reclaiming a lost honour
now is a hero

emancipation
not a gift but a promise
no easy freedom
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shadows in silence
with crisp edges of sunlight
on dry autumn day

eyes on the ceiling
steady reflections of thought
others fear the snow

i have no message
for those who will not listen
yet still one for you

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