
cold dust,
tree branches creak and crack,
brilliant sparkles blind
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cold dust,
tree branches creak and crack,
brilliant sparkles blind
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dry leaves flutter
like withered cherry petals,
painful longing
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Moonlight falls
from high in the sky,
silvering
the latticed pine branches,
softly shining
on every trembling needle
like summer’s
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May your days be full of cheer,
with everyone you hold dear
feeling well and full of fun —
each and every one! Continue reading
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
Here,
each step smells of spruce.
I flee the humming bees.
There,
beside a stolen pathway,
a cardinal calls its mate.
Everywhere,
among the lilac stars,
I find you.
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Notes: This photograph was taken in July at the Cornell Botanical gardens. This December, the days are ever shorter, and in the darkest hours I haven’t let go of remembering. The touch of memories is starting to be lighter, more sweet. I’m remembering with more fondness and less pain. May you remember happy times, too, and may it bring you magic.
Writing Tip: Sometimes, when you find a mentor poem, you also discover what you want to say through a poem that speaks to you. I try to follow its lead, sometimes through the rhythm or structure, but more often through the image or mood. We should be careful to give credit where credit is due. Can Rilke’s Pathways or my Stolen Pathway inspire your writing?
remembering
my mother,
arms wide and strong
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the moment when light
through colored glass turns sunshine
into magic
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autumn light
befriends silent drifting leaves,
touching them with gold
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the sinking sun’s
final golden rays light
my quiet heart
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leaves tremble,
red-gold-orange spirals
on crisp nights
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