As darkness deepens,
high above us, it begins.
Jupiter and Luna dance.
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Astrologers say
their dance brings optimism
and benevolent action.
As darkness deepens,
high above us, it begins.
Jupiter and Luna dance.
~
Astrologers say
their dance brings optimism
and benevolent action.
As the birds gather
for their morning feast, Knox keeps
the pesky squirrels away.
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Every little bird
wants a faithful guardian
to protect the food supply.
There’s some adventure
even seekers of such things
would be better off missing.
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And then there are those
we didn’t sign up for, but
before we knew it,,,boom!
Crystal icy air
lends stars a merry twinkle
but makes watching misery.
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Unfortunately
all that sparkles is not gold
when the air is icy cold.
A welcome sun shines
on this frigidly cold day –
a true Christmas gift.
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A radiant gift
bringing joy to every heart
if not warmth to icy lands.
Nurturing the soul;
life’s singular endeavor.
All the rest, mere distraction.
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Feeding our egos,
we starve our souls and we can
never get enough.
Morning winds foretell
a day of icy chill as
the sun looks on from afar.
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Falling temperatures
sends people in for cover
as the darkness falls.
In this jacuzzi,
gazing past palms at the sea,
denying winter exists.
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With a forecast of
nine degrees, that denial
will be quite short lived.
Just a tiny dot
between two immensities,
the sky, the ocean, and me.
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Though the other two,
both, be vast and eternal,
neither holds an equal spark.
On the horizon
great ships travel to and fro
whispering of adventure.
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By listening to
distant whispers we often
miss adventure’s nearby call.
The sea surrenders
itself to the waiting shore,
then slowly retreats.
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And with every pass,
the sea fetches bits of shore
to carry as it journeys.
A good rule of thumb,
if you’re parsing with adders:
Stock up on anti-venom.
~
If they’re known to be
adders, why parse? Save your words
for some appreciative folks.
A moment of peace
on a sunny day. Ocean
waves talk softly to the shore.
~
Smart seagulls strolling
in that gentle dialogue
wisely beak their raucous calls.
That nebulous they,
conspiring against us,
what do they hope to achieve?
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That tremulous we,
filled with fear and suspicion.
What do we hope to achieve?
As they near the shore,
grey waves break into a wide,
white smile as seagulls soar.
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The horizon hides
shyly behind misty veils
freeing the eyes to wander.
Aromatic oak
suffuses meat with its smoke
yielding gastronomic bliss.
~
There’s something about
the smell of burning wood – it
has a feel of home.
Woke up in fog, both
inner and outer. Wonder
which will be the first to lift?
~
Atmospheric fogs
form and lift with the weather.
Mental fogs tend to linger.
A true game changer!
A technical miracle!
…another flash in the pan…
~
Our poetry is
written and posted on time?
A true miracle!
~
Lately our poems
seem reluctant to travel
from heart to paper.
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Bodily travels
sometimes seize the precedent
and are subject to delay.
Is a poem lost
a chance to rewrite gained or
a hint to be more mindful?
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Even lost poems
speak to some audiences,
when, per chance, they resurface.
Deep introspection
produces rich benefits
priceless and… untaxable
~
Untaxable, but
taxing nonetheless – such deep
thinking has a hidden cost.
Eighty years ago
I made my grand entrance and
I’m in no hurry to leave.
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That “Three score and ten“
may number the years for men;
women get a bit longer.
Hateful rhetoric
is not polemic debate,
it’s just ego run amok
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Hateful rhetoric
reveals the smallness of those
who need to feel big.
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Moonlight falls and lights
our path as we take our last
walk on this cold winter day.
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My last walk’s later
in the colder, darker, night
with my spazzy, smaller dog
On a cold evening,
which provides greater comfort;
a fireplace or lapdog?
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Why choose when you can
enjoy both sources of warmth
and comfort at the same time?
I watch the cat watch
the bird watching the squirrel –
home entertainment.
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But who watches you?
Certainly, it’s not the dog.
After all, you’re not a stick.
Unexpected thanks
from someone helped unknowingly
is a treasure beyond price.
~
Savor the pleasure,
Let its memory warm you
on unexpected gray days.
December begins
with a warm daytime tease topped
with a nighttime mini freeze.
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Frozen grasses crunch,
yet the sound is overwhelmed
by brittle leaves shattering
In so many forms
victory can manifest,
how is defeat possible?
~
Victory and defeat –
two sides of competition’s
coin when you play games.
Sometimes it’s a small
moment that could make a big
difference if we’d just seize it.
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On the other hand,
sometimes big moments are made
when we dodge effectively.