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A Brisk WindThere's a brisk autumn wind sweeping the ochre / and rust farm fields and that late summer hazy / that had hung above the valley for weeks, warm
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Sep 18, 2011
A Brother's TearIt's the tear of a brother / who is slipping into, out of / confusion, oblivion,
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Sep 13, 2011
A Dream of FlyingGliding just above the aspen thickets, / nearly scraping their golden canopies, / I cling to this exquisite dream hawk
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Sep 26, 2011
A DrinkA drink isn't hard to swallow, / but a divorce, a lost child, death, they are. / The wind comes up, blows away dreams,
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Dec 2, 2011
A Passing NotedI wonder if her death has been duly noted, / whether the trees in the forests became hushed, / the wind paused for a few respectful minutes,
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Sep 10, 2011
autumn leavesautumn wind – / it's the ground's turn / to display leaves
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Oct 27, 2011
Bayou NightThere is no night like a bayou night, / the air pregnant with expectancy and / mystery, mingling scents of wisteria,
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Dec 18, 2011
Bird LullabiesEarly dusk and it's as if / all the birds have memorized / lullabies; they've quieted
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Sep 9, 2011
Brittle LeavesIt's a difficult thing, admitting I've / grown old, no longer denying the truth / and feeling mortality's cold breath which
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Jan 9, 2012
CocoonedSeveral miles beyond, the dark mountain / looms threateningly - mirroring my mood / as we both brood coldly. Snow clouds hold
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Sep 14, 2011
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