surf pounds the shore
of pink and gray speckled granite,
damp, stinging rain
when I move, even stones
sparkle like diamonds
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Every day can’t be sunny
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Hear your own singing
Saturday morning,
the birds create a stir but
the wind holds its breath
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Hope is Green
bluejays shake their wings
cottonfloss snowflakes tumble
snowdrops dip low
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The Scent of Cornbread
warm Atlanta days
fall leaves and cornbread cooking
last December
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January Snow
Snow on holly branches,
icy cold freezing my nose —
it’s January. Continue reading
An Opera on Sunday
voici la fin de la semaine
un petit opéra un dimanche
pour tuer le temps, Continue reading
Robins Return
I take comfort,
no matter white streaks
in my hair, endless
cold nights, and
long work days —
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Happy New Year!
May your 2024 reach the heights,
while you stay warm and cozy.
May your family be free of fights
and your home quiet and rosy.
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Late December
Winter days dwindle,
tree lights, tinsel and
hearts kindle.
Chilled to the bone,
those who roamed
came home.
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September Sunday
Cooling wind,
a lonely dog,
insect arpeggios,
slow rolling fog:
autumn’s song and
the highway hum.
May Monday morning
never come.
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Continue readingStanding Tall
outside the box,
even mushrooms are homes
full of heart
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Never Still
light shifts in the trees,
fallen leaves tumble and turn,
going with the flow
beached downstream for a moment
before another wind comes
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