snapshots from a bike
remembering my teen years,
when I never stopped
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Tag Archives: poem
Daffodowndilliest of Days
when words dance and
flowers are like sunshine,
it must be spring
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First Stars
the first stars
must have lit up the deep dark
like spring
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Embracing our Beginnings
a rose, bud to bloom,
embraces its beginning
as it unfolds
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To March
before March goes,
let’s dawdle, linger and grow,
like the crocus
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Looking Up
translated by a poet,
even a simple pine tree
worships
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Farmers’ Market
remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
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Different Colored Days
Sometimes I feel yellow,
or slow, green and dragging
or even a rapid-raging red. Continue reading
Focus
blurry or sharp,
clues hide in daily chaos,
but I can’t focus
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Inside the Tree
stories inside trees,
art finds what’s hidden
in us all
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Anticipating
anticipating,
the frisson of the unknown,
is better than knowing
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Love Is Poetry
love is
in the very stone of the earth,
and on every path
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