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Towering Trees
oh, towering trees
bowing prostrate at the knees
below the sea shore breaks
lapping sap from off their leaves
Bite
Unveiling cold and shiver night
the stiff and tarted air stroll I,
chilled gust inspire, collect the drop,
the tear that falls to pavement top
it rolls beneath mine feet in rhythm
that walks in beatless time instead
without mine cry or sigh or laugh
inside mine wintered vigor'ed head
mine view tonight wholistic render'ed
receed to all emote surrender'ed
held breath no fashion mine delight'd
still veiled no long cold, shiver night'd
Blue Winter
I've never seen a sky so cold
as the one I saw tonight
such blueness and the even fold
between dayglow and this twilight
The wind across the snow has pealed
and left apon my face
the breath from out my mouth congealed
this chilling, icy lace
Good Morning
Good morning
Sun not yet risen
peaking light above trees
calls out beyond the prison
built of horizon: land, and seas
Second Impressions Inverse Haiku
The cold air totters outside
paned glass shakes its hand
they are now reaquainted
Sister Mud
The mouth of the ground gapes crisp.
Rain rolls into the folds of its thirsty lips
and the air cries out in song of Spring, clap in sky
to the light in the eyes of the dampened animals,
from the bolt collapsing to earth from the clouds above,
and the wind,
the frustrated lover dancing with treetops,
she who howls at the dirt and her sister, mud.
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