December 20

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This Rain Shoulda Been Snow

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This rain shoulda been snow

It’s December 20

But it’s sixty degrees

It is disconcerting

I worry for the trees

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This rain shoulda been snow

The creeks rise once again

noisily tumbling

behind the town’s facade

groaning grumbling

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this rain shoulda been snow

feet accumulating

softly and silently

muting society –

the rains acts violently

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This rain shoulda been snow

hoping winter gets cold

that the cold hard rains stop

and the snow starts at last

Please send flake over drop

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A Monchielle Stanza

November 19

Decisions

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Two roads diverged in a wintery wood

They will converge again with different tales

One trail to the creek, one between hardwoods

One should keep your feet dry, boulders to scale

Other entails wet rocks hops and strong deadwood

Each would be a challenge, now to pick a trail

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(A Wreathed Sestet with a nod to Robert Frost)

October 24

Where water meets rock

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Resting beside rocks and water thought digesting

Digesting today’s news, aching muscles resting

Peace comes to me where the cold creek waters release

Release all stresses into the burbling peace

Seeking calm but getting a perspective tweaking

Tweaking expectations, transformation seeking

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(A Mirrored Sestet)

July 28

Second Life

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I can imagine

The gentle clatter

This leaf made when it

Tumbled to the ground

Brown paper bag stiff

The softest of sound

Tapping the gravel

Becoming earthbound

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The softening starts

Rain penetrating

Intricate patterns

Of complex leaf parts

Wearing down that which

Is root counterpart

Though the leaf is downed

New life it has found

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(An Octameter Poem)

June 22

The Longest Day

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With desire to view

The shortest night’s debut

We’re on the lake at twilight

From the seats of our boats

Time flying as we float

Sky shifts from washed-out to bright

A rainbow sans the arc

Daylight morphs into dark

We paddle into the night

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(A Balassi Stanza)