
Summer Blackberries
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The fruits of summer in my hand
All sunshine and soil and rain
Sweet purple sugars leave a stain
Exquisite flavors from the land
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(An Envelope Stanza)

Summer Blackberries
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The fruits of summer in my hand
All sunshine and soil and rain
Sweet purple sugars leave a stain
Exquisite flavors from the land
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(An Envelope Stanza)

New Place
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Another new brewery
Local made craft beers
Ale for him, Belgian for her
They sip and then switch
She likes his, he hers
New flavors
Cheers!
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(An Epilaeryu Poem)

Bug of Courage
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Spotted a flower
Spotted a bug
Bug off
Bug out
Out and about
Out of the blue
Blue-eyed girl
Blue in the face
Face to face
Face value
Value judgement
Value of hard work
Work both ways
Works like a dream
Dream on
Dream come true
True blue
True love
Love is blind
Love of my life
Life of the party
Life is good
Good to go
Good and plenty
Plenty of fish
Plenty of exercise
Exercise caution
Exercise daily
Daily meditation
Daily grind
Grind your gears
Grind to a halt
Halt production
Halt in my tracks
Tracks down
Tracks in the snow
Snow on the mountain
Snow White
White knuckle
White magic
Magic bullet
Magic moment
Moment in time
Moment of truth
Truth hurts
Truth is courage
Courage to love
Courage to trust
Trust
Love
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(A Blitz Poem)

Splitting Thoughts
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Here the dark dead cells of the tree are the strongest
It is no coincidence it is called heartwood
Tough while the softness around it is peeled apart
Many times the heartwood does not last the longest
Silently rotting leaving a void where strength once stood
Invisibly weakened by life, so goes the heart
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(An Italian Sestet)

Religion
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Marbled sunset is my stained glass
I have faith in the sassafras
my parish is the biomass
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to the orthodoxy of nature I am beholden
humbled by the buzzing bee in the sunflower golden
the feisty spirit of the small chipmunk does embolden
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Eternity I find
in rocky shore line
and how stars align
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Nature’s dogma guides
her rules I abide
through each moon and tide
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Scripture in leaf veins
bright bird song ordains
cathedral in rains
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MOTH
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MOTH
Insect
Nocturnal
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Dancing near porch lights
Visiting evening blooms
Recognition by flashlight
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“Night Flying Lepidoptera”
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Monotropa uniflora
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Mystery flower
Dusty waxy translucence
Beauty facing forest soil
Emerging within
The shelter of the tree trunk
From the cradle of downed leaves
Feeding on tree roots
Enchanting woodland magic
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(A Choka Poem)

Tennis?
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The ball flew over the fence — only twice
Nice to have no pretense
Any scores just coincidence
Of skill there is no evidence
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Rumbling Relief
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The storms come finally on this hot humid day
Accompanied by thunder and lightning relief in the form of a torrential downpour
Electric disappears with a welcome gust of wind energy renewed with each drop hitting the ground
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(A Cleave Poem)

Sight seeing
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Watching fireworks through the trees
Flying flames highlighting lobed leaves
With every burst nature’s revealed
Pulsing as the embers cartwheel
Safe from the rain beneath the boughs
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Still able to see all the wows
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Watching folks high-end to low-brow
What brings crowds to watch explosions?
They’d run from dynamite or guns
Colorful blasts get aaaahs and ooohs
Somehow these explosions amuse.
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(A Puente Poem)