Winter Sunrise

Winter sunrise

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Walking through the

Forest; dark verdure,

Gnarled fingers working

Phthalo clay.

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I exhale, admiring the

Pearl-shrouded purity,

That frozen moment before

An in-drawn breath.

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High above me

A hawk rides the sunlight,

Splayed tail ablaze;

Luminous amber, rust-red.

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I soar upward, yet sink inward…

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Back on earth, now,

I continue along my path

With a renewed appreciation

Of the unfathomable.

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Another New Year

For me, the Christmas and New Year season always brings waves of reflective nostalgia and renewed faith in the future; unfortunately, there is a period, just after the New Year, that brings me feelings of emptiness: I seem to have missed something intangible.

When I was younger, I suffered the January and February blahs, but now I realize that these feelings are nothing but grasping; an attempt to embrace something that was never there. Life is constantly transforming, and I only need to open to the way things really are. If I miss something, it is because I wasn’t living in the moment.

The New Year still brings the same sensations to me, but now it is a positive reminder, not a curse.

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Dappled Moonlight

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Dappled moonlight;

I daren’t breathe…

The water calm, murmuring

She rolls her shoulders:

Luminous sprites dance;

An undulous shawl,

A furtive message;

Whispers, the shore

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