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Arm in arm, hands intertwined,
strolling through the woods.
Talking, touching, seeing you,
with windswept hair.
Dragging feet, through piles
of gold, fallen from the trees.
The still, fresh crisp of Autumns
night nips our noses and cheeks.
Frost pockets, stay in the darkest shade
where the Sun never reaches.
Threads of ice from water splashed,
cling to banks and branches,
while rocks and stones, become encrusted,
with coats of crystal glass.
Lay your head down on my arm
and make my chest your pillow.
Close your eyes and listen love,
to words, soft, warm and mellow.

River, clearing as the rain subsides,
all the brown grass, of winter
are now thick with frost.

The Sun shining, warming me
through my heavy coat,
as the crisp air attacks,
fingers and toes.

Casting across the slow moving
waters, watching the lure
splash and disappear,
feeling the irregular bumps of
lead along the bottom,
waiting for that uncertain
touch of the elusive fish.

Reeling in and seeing ice
built up in the ferrules.
The sound of a cock peasant,
the drumming of wings, carrying
him to safety.

The river smells like the
ocean.
Tiring, I return to the car
and so ends the quiet alone,
of this New Year morning.

I feel the cold crispness of winter
inside my nose.
Up above, the low hung clouds
reflect the pinkish, orange light
from a hundred street lamps,
marking the boundary way
of the street.
Cars speed by, swirling wind,
about me.
The warmth of my breath
puffs billowy, rhythmically,
as I exhale.
The pounding of my feet,
and occasional dog barking
at my passing, are the only
sounds I hear.
I try not think of the
distant point I'm running to
for if I look and see, it might distract me
from the concentration, that I need,
to attain by goal,
to finish.

Day passes into night,
sliding ever gently,
into darkness

The Olympic Range cuts through the sky
like an unsharpened saw.
Jagged, snow covered edges, tears the
blue velvet sky,
as sunlight's reflection blinds a curious eye.

She
stands alone
with hands all clenched,
into fists.
Nails dug into flesh,
as tears course down her cheeks
and thinks of him,
now gone,
away from her,
forever.

The babble of many voices,
saying countless words,
confuses my mind.
Words are like water,
when sipped in small amounts,
you can savor each and every drop,
but in large quantities, are
like pouring a bucket
over your head.
Only a few drops get
in your mouth.

Love can not be bought or sold
and is not for you to borrow
what does not belong to you
and give it back tomorrow,
for love runs away from me,
seeking others, for the morrow,
while sadness permeates my soul
drowning me in sorrow.

Come my child and fly with me
to a sunny tropic isle,
where you can see red coconuts
and a purple crocodile.
Imagination is your friend
as we lift, from off the floor,
while spreading wings, beat quicker now
and we begin to soar.
Drifting through the clouds,
like puppets on a string
and wind with it's freshest breath
makes all our clothing sing.
Look down my child,
look down below,
beneath us, on the ground,
as we see trees of coconut
and hills made out of mounds
of chocolate, marshmallows
and other sweets to eat,
provided that you keep it
from sticking to your feet.

I hear the wind in the Pines
calling my name,
as though they are beckoning me,
to come forth and to answer
for sins of the past.

Sin's of the past are those of my father
and their fathers, before them, now gone.

For each of us must bear
all the anguish of ages
and make our amends
for those who have gone,
years before.

Lights in the distance,
pillowed softness,
cottony droplets suspended,
in a milky sea,
sound of distant autos running,
muffled by the blanket of fog.

Trees and shrubs, an
occasional person, shrouded
with white, reflective vapors.
Fog lifts from ponds and marshes,
sounds echoing across the flat.

The explosion of two ducks, rising
with squawking beaks and drumming wings.
These are the memories that I remember
from those days of long ago,
when I was young.
The excitement comes
from anticipation.

If you were not of this world,
I would worship you.
You are the star that guides me
through lonely day and night.
You are the light that turns
the dark into bright.
You are inspiration in my quest above.
You are my everything,
you are my love.