Memory Lane

The beaded curtain
rustles as strands brush
like whispering
branches
at the edge
of the long field
and as
incense swirls
through the senses
memories
of autumn hikes
through
tall damp grasses
rise in the mind.

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Battered

The fallen
lies
on uneven
ground
and exhales
as wet drops
splatter
over his face
and the cold
of the ground
beneath him
eases
new aches.

Blood tastes different in the rain.

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The Pause

Stand
very still
and listen
to the soft
patter
of raindrops
caught
to drip slowly
from
nature’s
fingertips
as cold
nips at the tip
of my nose.

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Radiant Whispers

Golden bursts
of bright leaves
radiant
in the gray light
of cloudy
afternoon skies
welcome visitors
to wander
as they
whisper
to each other
about
warmer days
gone by.

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The Promise

Earth
and water
meet
in the reeds
as dark clouds
cast shadows
to trick
the eye
into believing
gray days
with
blue skies
are possible.

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Sourpuss

A little nap
is all I wanted
but there’s no
peace
to be had
not even once
I’ve started
God forbid
I’m allowed
some sleep
or even a
little bit
of peace.

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