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The Dwelling

On mucky, cloudy days
there’s poetry in my pond.

From solstice to equinox;
it crosses winter’s ray.

Admired the woodchuck,
on his groundhog’s day.

Yet, the busy muskrat… 128 more words

Two Vines


Against a crust of snow
a vibrant mask appears
amidst white, a welcomed plight.

Trailing, twisting, turning…

Bitter sweet good-byes
beckoning eyes to garner;
baited, bribe’s delight. 77 more words

Grace & Glory


Splendor in the setting sun,
where neither nights nor days
reside against the sunset blaze.

Unfair, unearned, unjust…
Complimentary sacrificial source;
as shadows skulk off course. 49 more words