The Cycles
Gone are little
floral bits
as berries swell
with raindrop’s kiss
a little sun
and then the grow
to tempting fruit
making
branches bow
Soon enough
leaves will change
and life will fade
til spring comes
again
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Nurse Log
Deep shadow
in the damp woods
bark fallen and
crumbling wood
insect holes
and welcoming
grooves
seeds fall in
to nestle
sunlight dapples
as spores take hold
growth
encouraged
and new life shows
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Meeting
Social hour
at the pond
finds flirtation
in the reeds
as we float
along together
as inviatations
are given
accepted
and we glide
together
just you and I
as the world
falls away
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Migraine
Piercing pain
splitered
and sharp
will not shed
and fall away
but clings
on tight
to blur edges
and sharpen
the tongue
making all
impediments
a new breed
of irritation
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Gideon’s Challenge
If I Were An Ant
Little bit
of tufted green
I’d burrow in
and breathe in
deep
nuzzle soft
feathered fronds
and take a nap
in welcoming soft
with such a bed
of gentle warmth
I’d sleep away
the day safe
from birds
that serenade
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Gideon’s Challenge
Mid-August Rust
Sweet scents
of berries
left on the vine
still sour
and not to ripen
vibrant bits
of color
among the green
and as leaves
begin to rust
berries will wither
into small
dry husks
Twisting the Leaf 