no words
to capture
his palette
Colorful streamers of clouds
Divide heaven and earth,
Awaiting the celebration.
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“Wow! It looks like the
Clouds have fallen.”
From the mouth of my daughter
Straight to my heart.
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Ham and bean soup
With leftover cornbread –
Memories of Mom.
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January 7
thunder, lighting,
heavy rains
on the roof,
remind us of
the value of shelter
January 8
orange glow of streetlights
in the midnight mist
enhance the beauty of
natures humid blanket
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Chill morning earth meets coruscating sun,
Covered by a surreal graveyard mist –
As if to cover its shame.
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Quiet
At the end
Of a busy day
Peace, solitude,
Almost guilt at being glad
The kids are in bed…but, it is
Quiet.
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Clouds crowd the
Horizon.
Drawn, like moths
To the light
That colors them.
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A solitary star in still blue sky,
resting on a layer of sunset
Blanketing the forested ridge.
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