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elm branches dance*
to the tempo of the wind's pace
elm branches dance
their leaves caught by its light trance
which has the daintiness of grace
swaying like a whisper's embrace
*elm branches dance
 Dec 2016 Paul d'Aubin
Ramin Ara
So enjoy
Every moment
Of your life
Like butterflies
Above all  flowers
With the joy
Of the Sunshine
Nursing my secret longings
I lie awake in the wee hours of the night
Mind restless, like a caged bird, craving redemption
My thoughts journeying through time and space

I recognize a thousand appetites
Still waiting to be appeased!
Sadly there isn’t time enough
To realize what I really crave.

It is in the stillness of the night
When sleep deserts the eyes
That mind derails its track
And wanders like an aimless vagabond

Though rooted firmly on the ground
At times, I feel, I lose my bearings
How I longed to paint my sky
In garish colors and shades!
    
I wonder if the scales of my life’s balance
Lean more to gains or losses now!
There was a time when hope ruled the roost
And I heard love’s soft whispers all around!

Now I am unable to precisely tell
What my mind craves and pines
But this much I know for certain
I am becoming worn and old

Years have so quickly skipped past me
With youth and beauty sapped away
Leaving life an exhausted well
With the dregs remaining at the bottom

My eyesight has waned, the earlier lustre gone
My once supple knees have started to creak
And the muscles, begun to sag  
I feel as vulnerable as a foetus in the womb

Pain grows with years
As a smudge deepens into an erasable stain
I am no wizard to call back all that have left
But listen to their ‘long, melancholy, withdrawing roar’

No more springing steps
And a fast fading cortex
Still I stretch myself
To catch at Hope, winging away!
A  group  of  maples
stand  proudly  in  the  village.

A  vivid  deep  scarlet  in  color
truly  magnificent  trees.

Very  pleasing  to  the  eye.
You  have  to  catch  the  moment  though
Sadly  the  beauty  soon  fades.

As  seen  in  October.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.
a star burns bright
for our brothers of poetic art
a star burns bright
viewing their poems a sheer delight
this Christmas we'll feel their depart
none surviving erasure's dart
a star burns bright
You are a song I can't tire of hearing
a pain that's worth bearing
you are the road that I pray may never reach the end
you are a leaf I'll never let touch the ground
a peg to which am tightly bound
and without which I get lost, and in whose presence am found
you are sunshine, you are the big blue sky
you are the one person who makes my heart sing and my soul sigh
the hello that makes me hate goodbye
you are the eyes in which I see the man I crave to be
I owe my faith and persistence to thee
for in the race of life, you're my motivation
and that's why no matter the sharpness of every other bend
on this long road, I tell myself that forever's our destination
I'll keep going for the big dreams and every medal
so as to see you smile as beautiful as a blooming petal
I count myself lucky to have you in my life
or let me just say there would be no true life without you
Maybe we don't have the things we desire and appreciate
because we don't desire and appreciate the things we have...
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