Landing

Landing
Recent memories fill my head
as we soar back to our lives
Back to before, to our every days,
to an enhanced reality of what that is


Memories, of an ideal illusion,

where it is only us for a while
Longer whiles, with no limits
Waking up to nothing but time
Holding on, for as long as we can

Memories of your eyes inside mine
In sun and in moonlight
In the dim of any morning
Looking to each other for what comes next
Knowing that it could be anything

Memories of many more conversations
Of the way your words flow with mine
Of commonalities, and waves of blue
Sharing the ebb and flow our pasts
Understanding how we got to here

Memories of seven wonderful days,
forever part of our own story
An early chapter in a evolving romance 
Written with ease, from moment to moment,
on unbound sheets of crisp revelation


Your head lifts from my shoulder

as we drift slowly down to earth
With our memories safely on board,
the wheels reach for solid ground

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Morn

 

 

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Morn

On the still waters
of  Mulville Bay
I stand alone
and greet the day

Nature welcomes me
with open arms
Surrounding my boat
with her obvious charms

The fresh smile of sunrise
The grace of a lingering moon
 The dance of two water bugs
Greetings from a loon

The soft whisper of the trees
The cheerful burst of a frog
 Announcing his presence
from a shoreline log

A passing muskrat
gives a pre-dive nod
One last greeting

 before I cast my rod

The exultation I feel
is crisp and pure
I break the surface
with the splash of my lure

We are in this together

and the message is clear
The morning is awake
and it knows I am here

The murmur of my cares
seems a world away
 as I fish, accompanied
by Mulville Bay

 

 

 

Fresh

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Fresh

 I pull the second glove on
and away I go.

Anticipating that first wash
of fresh air
S
econd only
to the fresh air itself

Cold, and crisp, and refreshing.
Exactly the remedy I need.

Snapped directly into focus
and on my way
m
ind wide open
today, left behind

Irrelevant now really…
g
one with the gusts
g
one and forgotten

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The snow crunches under my boots
as I get going.

The meaningful part begins
with a
 fresh start
The same day
has fresh thoughts

Clean and clear, and refreshed.
Exactly the remedy I need.

The air fills my lungs
as I briskly walk
with my ideas
keeping me warm

Exhilarated now really…
words filling the air
snow flakes and words

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