Where Is It?

The promise
of snow
is announced
in a line of icons
on the screen
and yet none comes
to cushion
the world
in silence

weather man
is the only job
where you can
be wrong every day
and keep your job

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Winter’s Promises

The slightest peek
at a hint
of blue
shows that the sun
still shines
brightly
far above
even
as storm clouds
roll in
to promise
winter has just begun

blue skies are boring

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The Warming Day

Cold mornings
dawn dark
with delicate drops
melting
between pine needles
and snow crunching
under foot
as frigid temps
promise
to warm
at least enough
to let ice melt
and snow drip
from branches
and eaves.

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Evening Stillness

The peace is
delicate
like blades of grass
and dried twigs
as air
ripples over water
wings fold
and I stand
still as a statue
to watch
silently
as the world
moves on
around me
while I wait

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Between the Cracks

The universe
is made up of
worlds within worlds
within worlds
and each ignored
by the one above it
forsaken
but for by a small few
that take the time
to lean down
and dirty their knees
to see what others
have forgotten
even exists

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Daydreaming

When summer slips
into autumn’s grasp
and flower’s colors
begin to fade
will you lie with me
in the green grass
and watch the clouds
march by
on parade
and hold my hand
as we pick out shapes
making up stories
as we go
before getting lost
in laughter and kisses
until the sunset glow

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