Selfishness

Alone I stand
on the hill
and turn in a circle
as I feel the wind
nip at my skin
and ache
deep in my soul
where the wind
can’t touch

I miss you
and I don’t know
how to say it
without sounding
selfish

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The Evergreens

Beneath the thaw
are prickly bits
delicate spines
that are
far more hardy
than implied
by their fine needles
and fragile spines
yet life remains
green and strong
weathering
the storms
as we all
wait for spring
to arrive

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Possessive Pride

Your words
of pride and praise
lift  up my heart
and allow
my soul to glow
brightly
like the sun
breaking through
weighty clouds
to shimmer
golden
and
warm the world

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The Fluttering

My heart
flutters for you
like the wings
of a bird
wild and free
ready to take flight
at the mere
turn of your gaze
to rest upon me
or the breath
that carries
your words of love
to my ears

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The Nip of Winter

Winter colors
are often drab
with heavy skies
that weigh upon
the world
and yet the nip
of crisp air
as snow falls
tingles
within the senses
lightening
the world
into something
beautiful and bright

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Overburdened

Weighted layers
drag down branches
to direct
usually spry tips
to point toward
the ground
as evergreen fronds
droop heavily
a little further
with every snowflake
that settles
to rest upon them
like a blanket
that becomes
ever heavier

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