nature
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Spring Longing
I yearn for…Spring’s elusive caress –Balsam of her tender palms –To soothe theFrosted scabs and scarsScourging fissures deepThrough exposed fleshUnable to endureWinter’s crude affection I long for…The sun’s elixirHoneysuckle kissingAt my lipsMelting onMy tongueAs abundant raysLike cloaks of golden silkWrap around meFragrant with the dewPlum and cherry blossomInfused For these barren nightsCallous and ungivingRemind me Continue reading
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When the Night Comes
There is an intimacy that comes with the night. When the moon hoists herself high with unabashed flourish amid the glimmer of a star-studded sky. In the hours when the earth sighs soft and nocturnal melodies drift on the whistling wind. Here, in this room, where the walls are so thin they may not have Continue reading
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A Place to Belong
I could hear its dragging steps Through the shadowy streets Beneath the moon’s ivory gaze Its forlorn wail Like a wolf’s stricken howl As it searched— For what I wonder? I followed its path Felt its cold touch Graze my hand then slip away If I could I’d have merged myself With the wind And Continue reading
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Heart of Nature
Could this rain know greed? Though apathetic with its Monotone voice That never changes Despite its lilting intensity When its frigid teeth Bite into our flesh Gnawing and tearing At the earth with an Almost carnivorous intensity Unrelenting ‘Til its bosom heaves On a satisfied breath Is it greed? Perhaps the sins Thought to have Continue reading
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August Arrival
August stumbledOn the back of JulyWith a flustered flailAnd unsure stridesUnlike its usual promenadeBrusquely brushing its sister asideSharp and heavy stepsLeaving footprintsLike a branding iron hovered nearIt fell on its faceCheeks fat and grey With a loud cryThat carried echoes Of a humorous chorus Cooling the airWith its mortified breath But the rain followed close Continue reading
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Facing Monday
She stands on the roof, watching Monday slink away into the growing shadows of dusk. She feels its ire in the lingering heat scorching blisters across the ashen sky and her chest blossoms with a victory cry. She outlasted Monday’s dizzying torment and its burden ebbed with the dismissive wave of a cool wind. She Continue reading
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Moment in Paradise
I’ve found a little pocket of serenity In nature’s cradle Where the wind Takes lazy strolls by the trees And sparrows lull me to sleep With their sweet soft song A precious moment in paradise I wish would never end Continue reading
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Summer Air
Sabe felt summer’s vehement call for attention in the hot breeze that bruised her cheek. The sky was a bare blue arm stretched wide, offering no reprieve from the suffocating humidity. Each breath she took felt thinned of oxygen, yet heavy with languor. It was only a few days ago that snowfall left a refreshing Continue reading
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