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The Hawk in Silence
The hawk in silent majesty soars in moments of simplicity as the snowman slumps near sidewalks trampled by dirt while last week’s slick ice apologizes its long departure but the willows stop weeping as all day and all night the sky works to bring this morning’s marvel...
To the Lighthouse
A breath, a breeze, a wave frozen in time. A seagull sketched above the horizon then erased. A thought, a word. A memory lingers and fades. Morning walk, the eye— the lamp of the body as Nature speaks, distilling Deity. A trunk, a twig. A nest rests precariously. In...
In the Woods and On the Water
Almost overnight, Trees transformed into gumdrops— That’s what I call them. Through the red maples, A black squirrel caught my eye. What a rare moment! As if being chased, I saw deer gallop and leap. But they were playing! Todd found a bookstore In Three Lakes. I...