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We’re real close to the bakery
They’re practically our neighbor
I go there almost every day
They’re moments that I savor
I have some coffee and some toast
I like their coffee more than most
They’re always pleasant
Kind, and sweet
And they always keep an empty seat
 Nov 2021 David R
Puds
Twisted
 Nov 2021 David R
Puds
In the underlying layers of green
The perennials begin to dream
In the dying scent that sweeps the air
The autumn showing signs of wear
Between a dying rose and being caught
In an eclectic mix of design and thought
 Nov 2021 David R
Glenn Currier
It is cold outside
as winter overtakes fall
the room has a chill
but then sipping my coffee
the rich brown liquid takes hold of me
and the fields of a foreign land
gather in my mouth
I hear the shouts and laughter
of the workers harvesting the beans
I poke my finger into the soil
and Earth fills me with gratitude
for its fruits
and its glorious life.

Ah! Nothing like hot coffee in the morning.
I sigh. I smile. Life is good here now.
 Nov 2021 David R
RL Smith
I walk these woods
watch suns rise and rains fall
the hound at my heel is friendlier than I
she greets others as long lost
time and again
I soak up her joy
a nose touched
a bow made
at leash ends
humans smile and nod
or exclaim
at birds songs
the river’s rush
a canine confidant
tomorrow we will meet again
Your
thoughts
Seem            warm,
thinking      all      about me.
Run in the endless snow as, our
noses both love to do the running too.
Lets both be going down the cold mountain
of life' valley of fate & dreams. Darling, we then
would go riding down the valley' despair and ski.
Kept warm by a kiss  of flames under my breath.
The  sun  is  covered by  clouds,  but  a  son like,
me, can take up the work. Only put me on; and;
consider my warmth. As  in  winter;  humbled
warm words fill you up with warm worth.
I'll be your frozen tear drop of joy.
 Nov 2021 David R
nivek
sipping from the deep
- a flowers seduction

parting petals
-to drink deeply

intoxicated
-by colour

lost to loving
- abandoned to fate.
The stars come out and masquerade
Through the sky on full display
Resting on a bed of leaves
Just under the leaning tree
That grew tall along the grassy knoll
Crooked over earth and stone
The sun must say it’s last goodbye
To make way for the diamond sky
Jewels in clusters
Stay bright at night
To reach the stars and hold on tight
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