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 Nov 5 McBee
SkiJ
Beneath the boughs of green and gold,  
Where whispers of the past are told,  
He stood, a heart both fierce and shy,  
A question poised beneath the sky.  

His best friend’s eyes, a steady flame,  
Met his, a mix of hope and shame.  
A laugh, a nudge, a teasing cheer,  
Yet now he spoke, and silence near.  

“I love you more than words have dared,  
More than moments we’ve ever shared.”  
The wind held breath, the branches stilled,  
As longing, once hidden, was fulfilled.  

She smiled, the softest, sweetest curve,  
A response that calmed each nerve.  
“I’ve waited for this truth to bloom,  
For love to fill this quiet room.”  

Under the pear tree, old and wise,  
They found their courage, shed disguise.  
Roots entwined, like fates aligned,  
Two souls confessed, no longer blind.  

And in that dusk, beneath the leaves,  
They wove a story time believes.  
For love once whispered, once set free,  
Can only grow, like that old tree.
 Nov 5 McBee
Cindra Carr
Love doth render my heart gently
As if moments of time are softly unworked by time
Yet each day, they are threaded in again
A soft piece of fabric
My heart worn and repaired with time
A fork in the road.
Will it stab me like a knife
or spoon feed me joy?
 Nov 4 McBee
antony glaser
A thickish blue in its dancing rays
is rare
The rivers resound softly
A gentle song pervades
across the moor
A visage of a man is heard
far from the blackish gates
His pray louder than the russet Sun

— The End —