Direction

From winter to spring
From heat to frozen
From moon to sun
From light to dark
I didn’t know what direction I was going
Only that I couldn’t wait to get there

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Myself and others

Walking in winter is a struggle
for #myself and others. Our
legs creak in concert with old
oak branches, we squint
when snow pack thaws to fog.
Winter taunts us. Spring is
just another season.

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Micropoem #1

Fall’s mulch is
No less a
Metaphor
For
Decay
Than Spring’s first bud is
A signal of a
New day

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Red Bud

upon gnarled black boughs
in vernal tidings amok
sway ruby red buds

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Seasons of Life

Glistening leaves washed by rain
Puddles where dry earth had lain
Seasons come and seasons go
Know that so does joy and woe

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Time Unchanged

Celebrate a new day starting at sunset
Celebrate a new month at new moon
Celebrate a new year starting in spring
Celebrate time as it was in the beginning.

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Facing Spring

Lake Ontario surged dark
& rolling, capped white and
grey. The wind felt strong enough
to throw a man off the pier.
He turned his face from it.

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