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Colors lying all across the ground
yellow, orange, red, and brown
but I thought only of red
seeing this, after the trees had shed
because it’s the only human one
flowing through us until we’re done
It’s not what shows up on our skin
unless another, unkindly, breaks in
tearing us apart; instead of twirling
together, dancing and swirling
like the sweet, falling leaves
on the morning’s autumn breeze
A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind
moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves
on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window
(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)
A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines
they speak loudly to one another, while
continually repositioning themselves among the trees
(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)
My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind
blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines
before settling in on the chair’s cushion
(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)
We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight
having no preordained path to instinctively follow
So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows
in search of the highest perch; and as the wind
ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down
like my cat, giving in to that long nap
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Yesterday, when I was walking
it was as though I could hear nature talking
This is what she said:
Ok, you beauties; my sweet color-changing trees
today’s the day; so everyone, drop your leaves
No need to hang on to that weight
Be free, let loose; the season will no longer wait
Now, all these winds will pass through that space
with no mark on your bared limbs, not even a trace
The high whistling of your summer has quieted down
Now the rustling below has become the most wonderful sound
The tiny seed knows its place
becomes well-rooted
before showing her face
Drawn to the beauty of light
she stretches upward
to live within its sight
She drinks deeply from the sky
every time it falls
to splash and land, nearby
Limited by what she knows
she lives her whole life
reflecting on sun’s glow
and yet, somehow, she grows
I’ve got a big heart
I think she weighs more than my brain
but, please don’t try to make light of her
Though she may not brim with
logic, she harbors a mind all her own
Remaining steady in rhythm; always
anchored, in a place of serenity
Her continual beatings teach
of giving, without reservation
nor hesitation; to expand
I’ve got a big heart
Green is coming back
So delighted, for that
It makes me want to twirl
when flowers paint our world
Eyes sweep, then stare in a marveling gaze
with the deep down breaths of better days
The cold of winter passes on
to the sweet music of feathered songs
They echo lovely, through the background
to magically replace dissonant head sounds
And, rich blue skies prevail
while the strong lions, set sail
to brush against our recently, bared skin
reminding us of pleasure, once again
First of winter, yesterday
but summer still hung on by its skin
we soaked it in with sun’s drenching rays
not knowing when bitter cold, might begin to seep in
Then, we may turn varying degrees of blue
as days can’t hold on to their light
and autumn leaves drop off to become fewer than few
aware that winter’s wind comes with such a nasty bite
Heartspell 