The Fall
Moving fast
panted breath
hauling ass
and then you trip.
Knees and hands
land in the dirt.
While pops of color
catch the eye
and create
a moment’s pause
to breathe.
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Still Useful
Old and rusted
battered and bruised
scars scattered
over the surface
still here though
still strong
still useful
even if not sure
for how long.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Higher
The urge to climb
is strong and fierce
it pulls and tugs
demands more
more energy
more footsteps
more straining muscles
and panting breaths.
The craving for altitude
digs in deep claws
and pushes the body
to its limits.
Don’t stop… you can breathe at the top.
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I Know
that you said
I don’t need to apologize
and yet the urge is still there
again and again
the I’m sorry
even unspoken
hangs in the air
I know I did nothing wrong
but I have to say it again.
I’m sorry. I love you.
Always. All ways.
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Sunrise
early morning’s
shining light
crests the hills
turns dark
to bright
starting early
means darkness reigns
then shadows creep
and day begins
I love working on the farm during this time of year and through September. It’s breathtaking to watch the sunlight begin to wash over the fields one increment at a time, warming the earth and rising a faint haze of mist into the air from the dew with each foot that the sunlight overtakes the shadow cast by the hillsides not all that far away.
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The Good Snooze
My little bit,
she sleeps so good
her snore is soft
and sweet.
In dreamland dance
she sleeps so deep
she doesn’t notice
even when
she bites her tongue.
And how the hell does she sleep like that and not drool?
Twisting the Leaf 