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Led Zeppelin, so dense,
Stones, neither great nor so bad,
Beatles, gracefully best.
Pinnated clouds
spread like wisteria
along the horizons
waning axis. Farmland
is smothered
in arbitrary
purple leaflets.

The
humic red fabric
of a fallow field
convulses
on my eye under the
discordant,
astral confetti.

A sombre greyness
reclined and presided
over all: joyous
summer rain-cloud
but for the early years
icy resolve.
Wild foxglove
magenta blooming bells for bees
hummingbirds, flowery drinking up
fallen petals float the still green pond
softly spoke the morning dawn
foggy hanging on
Til' sunlight breaks, the misty bank
awake in lotus song
I go flitting from
work tasks to reading poems
words drink like coffee
dang, I'm so busy trying to get work done, that I've hardly any time for HP...this work is getting in the way of poetry! haha
Just the sound of rain on the tree leaves
your voice there on the line
Just a love note I'm waiting to weave
a sacred path to unwind
Just my heart unraveling a daydream
a sorrow felt undefined
Words
come visiting
all hours
Company
to fill empty rooms
In Uganik Bay that year the sun never set
I walked the long greening path to the dock
fireweed taller than I shooting summer's sky
Warmth of sun bringing lazy lily's leaning
Little waves splashed breaking cerulean blue
I waited the mail plane, pontooned it flew
Lulling oceans smooth you landed
with eyes that sailed me far-off island stranded
next to you
Float plane to carry us edging mountains, snowy, jagged
Dall sheep, perched asleep precariously rocky hung
Kodiak bears forded rivers we circled streaming on
Deep black kettle ponds no man to touch
snowy patches amid viridian lush
frozen, not to melt
our treasured days of flying
We met again at Hatcher's pass
with hearts to break as fragile glass
a part of love undying
Long night
curtains dark the gloom
creak the steps to her sleeping room
solemn woman walks these woods
transforming limb and bone
in feathery flight she delights
to grace a moon swept pond
her whispers weave a song, to call her lover home
entwined they float the woodwind air
until the night is gone
Shapeshifter lights the darkness dawn
to shed the dreaming night
now slips away her lover
and fades the glorious swan
I always take you in
the way you lie
on your back, exposing underbelly
Twitchy, tricky tale of you
scratching up my legs
you quickly turn
next moment fully purred
You haunt me in the night
hungry on the prowl
whiskers brushing skin
fierce in your growl
You never had to try
so hard, every trick in the book
your forlorn eyes
clawing caught me hooked
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