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writings going back to 2009

my own personal arcana,

musings on weather & politics,

family drama, future plans,

exhilarations and disappointments,

not necessarily in equal measure —

all gone, feather-light layers of ash

at the bottom of our fire pit

but not before archiving poetry origins

long forgotten which may yet yield

varying shades of lyrical gold

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the gentlest of breezes

meander through crabapple,

our locust, linden and pear,

their leaves coming now

into more than just fuzzy focus

but budding out into full-fledged

green heralds of spring,

the early morning sunlight

looking over my shoulders

as I fill the bird feeders

and experience gratitude

in the joy of such a simple task