Suspended

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Suspended
A wind worn branch,

reduced to a splinter.
I am a rabbit hole,
hidden beneath winter.

The morning starts out the same…
With smiles and good intentions
With energy and lofty goals
  But, the minutes are ticking
Toward the end of both
Toward the mid-day lull
Imagination grinding to a halt
Hitting the proverbial wall.

Wheels locked in place,
 gears wanting in power.
I am time standing still,
hand stuck on the hour.


The reluctant optimist,

 hopeful that there is more.
I am a tree lined road,
winding to the shore.

There is a fine line in place…
That separates good from great
That distinguishes less from more
 Potential, on the threshold of change
Sometimes it meets a path
Sometimes it’s on a ledge
The brink of a breakthrough
 Precariously near the edge.

An expanse from a destination,
 a misstep from being lost.

I am a suspension bridge,
 longing to be crossed.


The battered pitcher,
that’s been to the well.
I am the grizzled veteran,
  with stories left to tell.

Personal insights ready to be shared…
Seeing the importance of each day
Seeing the enormity of the little things
So much potential, yet to be met
Bringing along a passion for life
Bringing an open book to the table

The mind is more than willing
The body, fighting to be able.

A semi-automatic rifle,
unsure of where it’s aimed.
I am the winning lottery ticket,
waiting to be claimed.

 

 

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Veil

Veil

Ice recedes from the shoreline
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Shallow depths revealed
In the absence of the dock
It is nature’s progression

As natural as can be
Without the obstruction
Clear, for all to see

Unveiling the spring
The sun’s annual task
Shedding its icy skin
Removing winter’s mask

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So much can be missed
By concealing what is real
Be emotionally available
Revealing how you feel
Like a curtain slightly open
A door, partially closed
A layer of obstruction
 
Your self, unexposed

Veiled from the truth
Seldom taken to task
 Pull away the pretense
Take off your mask

The sun patiently waits
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Clouds riding the wind
Inhibiting what it sees
Wanting to see the world
Staring down from the blue
An unobstructed look
The warmth of the view

An unveiled perspective
All the sun can ask
Truly down-to-earth
Life beyond the mask

IMG_20150421_114113[1]It reaches for your limits
Looking to take hold
Never shy or unassuming
Persistent, and bold
Shoulders to fingertips
Stabbing, jabbing its way
Obstructed by this agony
A pall on another day

Veiled in this existence
Relief inside the flask
The potion of the pills
The substance of your mask

An unobstructed glimpse
Not too much to ask
Removing your veil
An unenviable task

                                                                                                                       Find it in yourself
                                                                                                                        Life without the

mask

                                                                                                                                                 

Autumn

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Autumn

Leaves piled beneath a wind worn oak
An endless view from where I stand
My sigh, evident in the crispness of the day
The peculiar pleasure of rake in hand

The lingering urge to leap into the fray
Same fresh exuberance of when I was a boy
Knowing, that a hardy bowl of soup awaits
Reward, for doing what I secretly enjoy

More than enough work for my mind to wander
To ruminate, about this unique time of year
To soak in the scenery all around me
To gather my thoughts as night draws near.


A singular spirit that is uniquely autumn

Sights, and smells, that awaken the senses
Fields lined with every shade of the season
Yellows bursting through hillside fences

Glistening between the shadows
The eventual arrival of sun‘s first light
Rising graciously to greet the horizon
Colours that never seem so bright

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A harvest of many luminous hues 
Of fiery orange and peach gold
The great art of our autumn
Blazing red in a scarlet bold

Musky bouquets that fill your nose
Arrows of geese in a unison of shrill
Maples, cloaked in a blanket of now
Sunny days that belie the chill


As October’s splendor slowly unfurls

The breeze provides what spring needs
While colours dance, and then embrace
Nature plants her yearly seeds

Trees, baring themselves to the elements
Leaves, drifting to the morning frost
Slowly dying, yet fragrant still
Paying their annual recurrent cost

With the sharp bite of November winds
A steady sway, and the boughs splinter
The crisp breath of autumn hastened
By the gasp of approaching winter

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The snap of broken branches underfoot
Kindling, for an awaiting flame
Brisk nights, with the whiff of fire
Warm clothes that smell the same

The clarity of the evening sky
Then black and abrupt, as night falls
Stars aligned, on a moonlit canvas
An air of promise that darkness calls

Autumn sings with resounding refrain
  Saying good-bye, with a flashy final show
A spectacular display of fall boldness
Before the barren white of silent snow


Todays leaves are bagged and set aside

The colours faint, under that same moon
The cold days of December approach
But tomorrow will echo today’s tune.

Cold

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COLD


Darkness fell silent

in black and white
Stark frozen winter 
cold, merciless night

Scant leafless trees
unwary and exposed
Desolate winter avenues
cold, icy and closed

Intoxicating and near
the scent of wood flames
Long winter evening
cold, careless games

Crisp breath of chatter
muffled and muted
Blunt, bitter winter
cold, sharp and refuted

Brutal relentless wind
frigid end to the day
Harsh winter reality
cold and credulous way

A blanket of isolation
numbing and weary
Sleepless winter night
cold, distant and dreary

Light through the window
awakening and reflective
Chilly winter morning
cold, silent perspective

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