Timeless classic tales,

rich with archetypal flair,

never fail to inspire.

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Inspiration comes

in many forms and for that

I am most grateful.

With each weather change

my bones complain and there’s no

reasoning with them.

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Our well seasoned bones

express salty vinegar

when we refrigerate them.

Bare branches contrast

against the cloudless heavens:

naked living arteries.

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The heart of nature

beats in every living thing

even when we’re not aware.

After rainy days

our appreciation for

sunshine rocks the sky.

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As those rains soak in,

the parched earth sighs in relief

and welcomes the sun again

Beneath blanket mounds

sheltered from all sight and sounds

lowly worms lay pupating.

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There are many days

when I envy those wise worms

who allow transformation.

He released himself

from a self-imposed exile

and sprang into life.

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Only to find strife

fundamentally unchanged

in his un-noted absence.

The fog slowly lifts

revealing forgotten light

where recently darkness reigned.

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Although fog can add

a note of mystery, it’s

a relief to see clearly.

There are days when we

draw a blank and the best we

can do is blank verse.

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Verse is hard to find

when planning memoria

for those who remain.

Winter wonderland –

went to bed with a cold rain,

awoke to light snow.

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A welcome surprise

that ephemeral snowfall

thankfully gone by mid-day.

Winter thunderstorms,

unseasonal in fury,

arrive unexpectedly.

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Expecting the worst,

we were relieved when the storm,

though persistent, was mild.

Sunny Saturday

makes us hope Sunday’s forecast

of heavy rain will not last.

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Either rain or snow

depending how the winds blow…

like roulette, no one’s to know.

Once again, we rise

a day like any other

another year commences

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Each day has its own

challenges and joys. Thankful

that I am here to meet them.

Let’s pause every day

to name and savor something

we are thankful for.

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I give thanks today

for the grace I give myself

when my attention wanders.

The body betrays

spirit’s heartfelt desire

on its cusp of blossoming.

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Just when we’re about

to realize what we’ve longed for,

our aging bodies say no.

Laughter is good for

the soul, but it is also

good for the body.

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The same could be said

about many other things

with lesser degrees of truth!

Canine welcome homes

always salve weary egos:

balms of eternal regard.

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Whether we’re gone for

a short time or long, always

we’re greeted with wagging tails.

Knox, singleminded

as he is, is teaching me

how it benefits.

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Single-mindedness

only seems preferable

to those prone to distraction.

Despite ice cold rain

and a grey and dreary drive,

glowing conversation warms.

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Driving conditions,

when not ideal, are made

pleasant by warm connections.

One chapter has closed

in the family’s book of life.

We acknowledge the ending.

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Closing chapters lead

inexorably onward

into the heart of the tale.

As November ends

and this bitter cold descends

we seek comfort among friends.

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Friends and fires bring

us warmth when we find ourselves

lost, forlorn, and cold.

Come, join me in this

sacred space where silence sings

wordless songs of peace.

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Silently singing

peans of poetic praise

sanctify the sacrament.

He lay expounding

on the evils of camels

approaching ever faster.

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With each beat of his

heart, the young boy’s fear of those

nightmare camels grew.

With so much other

stuff to do, it’s hard to find

time to make things rhyme.

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Hours on the phone

tracking down medications

trying to find them in stock!

Every morning Knox

does the downward facing dog,

inviting me to just try.

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Bright rising daylight

counterpointed by cold air.

Contrasts of Autumn.

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Coughing fits conflict

with a desire to hear

the leaves crunch beneath our feet.

It’s hard to believe

in humanity’s goodness,

but small acts of kindness help.

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The steady pressure

applied by all the masses

overwhelms One’s evil deeds.

Thankful gratitude

for the joys of existence

and for the sorrows as well.

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Knox asked me to add

a word of thanks for joyous

play with his squirrels and sticks.

This cold autumn rain,

even more than winter snows

provokes aches in every joint.

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The sun now evokes

relief from the aches all that

autumn rain provoked.

Hurried and harried,

we make it through the day,

savoring nought on the way.

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Rather, breathe deeply,

and watch the world around us

unfold in shocking splendor.

Digging through misused,

long neglected storage space

freed some ancient allergens.

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Digging through storage,

we can discover more than

we were looking for.