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Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
a silver disk
sends storm light
through sunglasses
of grey wool clouds
down an iron atmosphere
to coat the ground below.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
as these leaves fall from the trees,
so may my troubles fall away from me.
as the woods are born again in spring,
so may I awaken to new life
from the winter of my regret.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
a patch
of flaming red tulips
burns away winter's body
in the crematorium of spring.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
a day
is a temporal dragonfly
disappearing
into the wide-open spaces
of infinity.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
yellow flowers
pushing their color
up from the water's edge,
sparks of suns
brightening the shade.
             but
as the sun moves upon their place,
standing forth into the rays,
eyes opening into a solar eclipse.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
a string of pearls
lies across a silver jewelry box
under the streaming rays
of a full moon,
the silver of the case
and the moonlight
combining
to enchant the softness of the pearls
into drops of congealed cream.
Jackie Wilson Aug 2015
the moon
is a perfect pearl
tossed upon waves of clouds
in an ocean of universe.
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