The canopy covers and holds secrets down below, safe and forgotten. The soft quiet of the trees comforts sheltered nakedness. Every day dissipating slowly and then quickly. Nothing new to to report, youth withers season after season.
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Corpses
If you could only see my dreams I buried so deep that light could never caress them to wake. They wither and die these dreams of mine. Buried in the dark cold loneliness of past time. They fall like raindrops or leaves from trees, thousands of them. In bitter winter the tree cries and soaksContinue reading “Corpses”
The Whole Truth
The details of nature that weave the picturesque view. So many they cannot be counted but merely glimpsed. Views that change meanings and mastery. Sights to behold and humble with scathing magnificence. I am transformed by the presence of the divine encompassing. Must go deeper to find, hidden in the wilderness, the questions I don’tContinue reading “The Whole Truth”
Youth
As the twilight of my life fades and I move closer to that rising tide lifting me toward a new joy; I find that it is tempered only by those who are left wondering about, distracted by irrelevancies; Further back where the sweet smell of youthful spring is still potent and alive. How to wake themContinue reading “Youth”
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