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AprilDawn Apr 2014
after dark
had fallen

I stood
in the backyard

the majestic palms
playing
to wind chimes

solar lights
cascading   rainbows
along the water’s surface
  
Life teemed
in the silken underbelly
of the purple  night sky

someday

I will miss
this piece
of unfinished paradise.
My garden in the burbs of Houston. And yes, I do miss it.Written Oct 2006
AprilDawn Apr 2014
is that where
you went
I ask aloud
because I’ve lost
track of you somehow
one evening
smack dab in the center
of a  ring of clouds
was a gaping blue  hole
it’s as likely
as any  place
for you to be.
Where did my late husband go after  he died ? Written 2006
AprilDawn Apr 2014
hard
to be
a butterfly
       on a really
         windy day
A simple ponder....
AprilDawn Apr 2014
You don’t populate
my dreams
so much anymore
I castigate myself
for this  
abysimal lack
of your presence  
but every night  
my dreams  take me
somewhere
you aren’t  .
Then he was even gone from my dreams.Written 2007
AprilDawn Apr 2014
in the valley
feel no need
to scale any peaks
just easy-peasy
lay  low  
let the long silken rays
drape  my weary soul
in glowing golden glory.
A  location  -place in my life poem .Massachusetts  2007
AprilDawn Apr 2014
of moments
I dare to  call my life
  linear mortal that
I am ,
still spending way too much time
suspended in
          yesterday
when today is not totally unfurled.
Written in 2005 , edited recently  , this piece was  my  continual struggle to  find my way through  this  different life  I was ****** into unexpectedly.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
I  planted hope
by the bathroom window
last year
yellow soundless  bells
were doomed to fail
with no
drainage holes
they drowned
in rustic pots
leaving the  jasmine
to claim their sun.
Plant death in my Houston burbs back yard  garden. 2006
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