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  Apr 2018 Mary-Eliz
RJW
why do the trees hug the shoreline so closely?
in twists of tangled arms
green flags, sprouting twigs
the lonely glare, floating in between the mirrored
crisp fractals of light
sliced into the blue deep
a tiny paper boat, sprigged with daisies
sailing the horizon
balancing an endless tightrope
tipping into the pulsing heart of the sky
over the edge
of the world.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
the formation of the rain
on the window
recasts the landscape
into a kaleidoscope
picture
a glossy eight by ten
viewed through a prism
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
orb weaver
spinner of dreams
creator of gossamer
your fragile web is
deceptively strong

drops of dew gather
like strands of precious gems
while you reap the harvest
of unsuspecting prey
like ripe fallen fruit

enchanting snare
captivating tangle
microcosm of life
I always get excited to find a magnificent black and yellow garden spider, the kind who write messages in their webs.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
butterfly wings are soft
but not soft enough
to fold back into their cocoon

a bird's feathers are strong
but not so strong
they don't stir in the breeze
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
I've heard the Ides of March
can be a deathly curse

but now the Ides of April near us
with uncle's fingers in one's purse.

works out fine
if you get some back
you're hurriedly
filling out
those pesky forms
and rushing out
to mail them
that's what
it's all about

but if you know
you're gonna owe
it's quite a different story
and
you're just not in a hurry
it's yours for now
though no cash cow
but
you drag your feet a little
before sending in
your confounded
tax remittal
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