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in a chapel of air
wings like tracery windows
consecrating light | img2poems |
why art thou silent is thy love a plant
of such weak fibre that the treacherous air
of absence withers what was once so fair | img2poems |
no border to cross to shambala
follow your heart
it flys to the kingdom like a feather | img2poems |
everything has its wonders even darkness and silence
'cause the grave soul keeps its own secrets
and takes its own punishment in silence | img2poems |
coming going the waterbirds
don't leave a trace
don't follow a path | img2poems |
we all have wings
but they have not been of any avail to us and
if we could tear them off we would do so | img2poems |
autumn
my tears drop
from rose leaves | img2poems |
found within: soft light
moon shadow winter's sigh spring's
whisper time's dream | img2poems |
we hope that when the insects take over the world
they will remember with gratitude
how we took them along on our picnics | img2poems |
the winds give me
enough fallen leaves
to make a fire | img2poems |
spirit and nature
melt in one morning light
while i walk to the toilette | img2poems |
after the first powerful plain manifesto
the black statement of pistons without more fuss
but gliding like a queen she leaves the station | img2poems |
without just one nest
a bird can call the world home
life is your career | img2poems |
through the portals of silence
the healing sun of wisdom
and peace will shine upon you | img2poems |
your words become my words
your words are my words
my words will be your words | img2poems |
the dawn is replete with fruit day and night reconciled flow like a calm river
day and night in a long caress like a man and woman in love
like a single endless river under the vaults of centuries where the seasons and people flow toward the living center of origin beyond end and beginning | img2poems |
it is the common wonder of all men
how among so many millions of faces
there should be none alike | img2poems |
the maples flare among the spruces
the bursting foxgrape spills its juices
the woods are waving farewell summer | img2poems |
she has the spirit of the sun
the moods of the moon
the will of the wind | img2poems |
oh the sea the sun
in november the sea is
a lake of red fire | img2poems |
passing the clouds by
sailing through the sky
the buildings fly | img2poems |
i know of the leafy paths that the witches take
who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool
and their secret smile out of the depths of the lake | img2poems |
life is pleasant
death is peaceful
it's the transition that's troublesome | img2poems |
summer suspended
warm buzzing tempest laid flat
reliquery sun | img2poems |
the line of nature
feeds the eye and mind with awe
a natural flow | img2poems |
sometimes people need to take their own advice
don't be a hypocrite
practice what you preach | img2poems |
how beautifully leaves grow old
how full of light
and color are their last days | img2poems |
my mother told me
that a yellow sunset means
hard wind is coming | img2poems |
some leaves hang late and some fall
before the first frost so goes
the tale of winter branches and old bones | img2poems |
long shadows at noon
means winter and sun cold day
of peaceful walking | img2poems |
follow where the sun treads
if you see footprints of light
go that way | img2poems |
clouds hang on bare trees
but the snow on the mountains
is a white blessing | img2poems |
a magnetic silence
made a ripple
in a muscle of presence | img2poems |
amaranthine night
weaning shadow from the light
umbellate neonate | img2poems |
nature holds the key
to our aesthetic intellectual cognitive
and even spiritual satisfaction | img2poems |
in the cold season
a jewel jam is an aid
to my freezing heart | img2poems |
a bright full moon rose
seeming near enough to touch
perigee present | img2poems |
can you see the ray
if you can see it you will
soon find your true love | img2poems |
sourwood racemes
flowers just a memory
autumnal pendants | img2poems |
aperture golden
bundle of rays traversing
instrument of light | img2poems |
as thick as morning's tears
and dreamy scents of fragrance pass
that breathe of other years | img2poems |
love is not something that you can put chains on and throw into a lake
that's called houdini
love is liking someone a lot | img2poems |
wind-blown child of earth
fathered by the elements
mothered by the light | img2poems |
moon is a whole note
cloudy stanzas span blue sky
staccato geese soar | img2poems |
and at the end of a long day
with all the pressure and troubles of living
there comes a moment of peace | img2poems |
a storm in the fall or winter is the time to visit it
a light-house or a fisherman's hut the true hotel
a man may stand there and put all america behind him | img2poems |
the winter is made and you have to bear it
the winter web the winter woven wind and wind
for all the thoughts of summer that go with it | img2poems |
it is courage courage courage
that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor
live bravely and present a brave front to adversity | img2poems |
on lifes vast ocean diversely we sail
reason the card
but passion is the gale | img2poems |
doves in the morning
love flowering on a branch
beautiful bouquet | img2poems |
deciduous she
birds in winter are her blooms
flowers for althea | img2poems |
beauty is mysterious as well as terrible
god and devil are fighting there
and the battlefield is the heart of man | img2poems |
a turn done in air
the sprightly red dancer bounds
a dance without plot | img2poems |
spinning wheel of hearts
love at the ends of petals
unfolding brightly | img2poems |
horizon slanting
the grey sea of winter is
paved in iced glass tiles | img2poems |
though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass
of glory in the flower | img2poems |
old sakura your long winter song is so sorrowful
you are waiting for last springs you are waiting for last blossoms
i am feeling all traces of last centure times on your horny warm skin | img2poems |
old sakuras noiseless talks about last and future blossoms
fill me with sorrowful mood
i am listening to the old trees whisper | img2poems |
winters flame burning
brightly through darkening days
brave little pilot | img2poems |
it goes to show you don't ever know
watch each card you play
and play it slow | img2poems |
embraced by branches
full moon stands on winter morning
how it holds the sky | img2poems |
my respiration and inspiration
the beating of my heart
the passing of blood and air | img2poems |
i dreamed of an out-thrust arm of land
where gulls blew over a wave
that fell along miles of sand | img2poems |
ripening of leaves
the vermillion crescendo
red coals in winter | img2poems |
red skies at night
two crows in flight
moon shining bright | img2poems |
winter lies too long in country towns
hangs on until it is stale and shabby
old and sullen | img2poems |
new leaves brand new green
yellow spring flower among
yesterday's brown spikes | img2poems |
from the tops of trees
red cardinals will alight
in the dormant grass | img2poems |
out of cold thin air
brilliant carmine leaves will form
on dormant branches | img2poems |
from a rooftop in boston i heard a lot of birds squawking nearby and was lucky enough to use my limited zoom to catch the culprit perched on a pergola in the distance
i am but mad north-north-west
when the wind is southerly i know a hawk from a handsaw | img2poems |
the roots of the grass strain
tighten the earth is rigid waits he is waiting
and suddenly and all at once the rain | img2poems |
early spring sunlight
on a double espresso
i'm working from home | img2poems |
mere colour unspoiled by meaning
and unallied with definite form
can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways | img2poems |
what is the good of your stars and trees
your sunrise and the wind
if they do not enter into our daily lives | img2poems |
there is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery
that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it
and fills it with noble inclinations | img2poems |
any man that walks the mead
in bud or blade or bloom may find
a meaning suited to his mind | img2poems |
faith is the pierless bridge
supporting what we see
unto the scene that we do not | img2poems |
the temple bell stops
but i still hear the sound
coming out of the flowers | img2poems |
which one is tallest
the nearest or the farthest
but both in my mind | img2poems |
sight is a distraction
sight is a deception
perception is a hallucination | img2poems |
riverbed secrets
yielding fragmental colours
pop and beer bottles | img2poems |
clouds come floating into my life
no longer to carry rain or usher storm
but to add colour to my sunset sky | img2poems |
i usually wear black but i love bold colors
i think i'm normal even colors are important to me
if i couldn't see the colors now that would be a problem | img2poems |
sun set within its
petals transforming
golden light of life | img2poems |
like a summer breeze
blue sky landing in my heart
a cloud with feathers | img2poems |
slung between branches
radiating summer sun
the winter hammock | img2poems |
it is the very error of the moon
she comes more nearer earth than she was wont
and makes men mad | img2poems |
gannet soaring high
defining freedom
two wings and open sky | img2poems |
we cannot die we cannot hurt ourselves any more than illusions on the screen can be hurt
but we can believe were hurt in whatever agonizing detail we want
we can believe were victims killed and killing shuddered around by good luck and bad luck | img2poems |
don't walk in front of me i may not follow
don't walk behind me i may not lead
just walk beside me and be my friend | img2poems |
the morning sunrise
so beautiful to behold
glowing breath of light | img2poems |
sunlight plows
then seeds its blue dust
upon the land | img2poems |
if we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life
it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat
and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence | img2poems |
i do not know how to kiss
or i would kiss you
where do the noses go | img2poems |
a green childhood
emerges through twisted age
shedding light | img2poems |
a spring
a pool among the rock
if there were the sound of water only | img2poems |
i wander
i get lost
and wander | img2poems |
waking up
the spring rain hasn't cleared
the day hasn't ended | img2poems |
reality is but a picture
gaze is but a focus
and the eye is a camera | img2poems |
looking at the world
looking back at me
documenting the conversation through a lens | img2poems |
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