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The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak,
bear tracks visible in the Spring thawing snow

Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land,
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom

The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb,
searching for that redemption never offered below

The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den,
the road to all new entry having now been cleared

Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts,
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal

In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon,
tying close the promises as good wishes on a Christmas morning

It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning
now seem gone away...

Reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning
—holding nothing back

(Columbia Falls Montana: September, 2003)
 Feb 2021 chimaera
Andje
In a jar of salt
Time scratches petals
Time has no eyes

And if my ache
Could bring them back
Swear I'd never let you fade

My setting dawn
My only sound
forever gone
Foraging whitetails
Fastidious dove
A lavender sunset with-
a new moon above ...
Copyright Janurary 28 , 2021 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
No one’s ever gone
until forgotten

Their memory etched
like words in stone

—canyons to remind

(Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)
 Jan 2021 chimaera
phil roberts
There's a quiet murmuration
Of figments of my imagination
Dreams and broken notions
Feelings and emotions
Swirling and rearranging
Into ever-changing shapes in my mind

There are absent gods and howling dogs
And the broken backs of the poor
While jugglers perform tricks with wealth
As nobody seems to care anymore
Amidst marching boots as children shoot
And hope lies dead on the floor

There seems to be a ghost somewhere
Wandering high in purple mountains
And low in deep green valleys
And this roaming soul may well be
A kind of long lost truth
Inside my hidden mind

                               By Phil Roberts
 Jan 2021 chimaera
Mike Hauser
empty
 Jan 2021 chimaera
Mike Hauser
in this empty field
once stood an empty house
in this empty house
an empty family
in this family
once stood a full child
until this family
emptied this child out

in this empty child
once stood a human being
behind this empty smile
emptied of their needs
in this empty house
in this empty family
where this child found out
on what empty feeds
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