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Dan Hess
Poems
Nov 2021
15
Mid November lingers still
with the aroma of sunlight
and the ghost of sliced peaches
We leave the windows cracked
on 65 degree days,
when the sky is blue
and the wind is blustering
Keen to hear its voice
whispering secrets alongside
melodies of chimes ringing
in unison with the falling leaves
And the trees are dancing
in an act of praise
to the cycles of change
and the end of days
Knowing.
Every winter begets spring
in resurgence, when
death breathes life
into the sleeping glen
and in the valley of death
on nightfall’s pillow
the sun mingles with hushing shadows
brilliance, set low in subtlety
only gleaned by sharpest eyes
So I’ll capture
a flash of time exposed
keep it in a bottle in the back of my mind
diverge and recombine
and light the world up
and when the moon beams down on its lover
and the sun admires her from afar
I’ll know the cosmos glisten, just out of sight
teeming with unknown color
Written by
Dan Hess
27/M/MO
(27/M/MO)
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