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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.

Frozen droplets, of warm breath,
hang in the air
as the crisp stillness of a
winter morning wraps it's
icy fingers on ear and nose.

In the distance, sits the
mountain, decked out in
it's white finery,
serenely majestic,
with it's cape of haze.

The lake,
a piece of glass,
reflecting every object,
lies tranquil, sullen
and emits the pungent
odor of the sea.

Grey is the morning
fog all around,
dim are the street lights,
muffling all the sound.
Good time for thinking.

May good health and fortune 
surround you. 
May you never worry 
anymore. 
May gloom or bad luck 
ever find you. 
May bad tiding never come knocking 
at your door. 
May you live in a world 
of love and giving, 
and may you never wonder 
why, 
certain people keep on living 
while others - even children have to die. 
May there come a time when all others 
will walk with you in peace. 
May there always be a bright tomorrow 
with no longing for a distant shore. 
May you live with happiness forever, 
and forever more.

A golden globe hangs in the heavens,
meshed among the clouds of grey
while sunlight's reflection, from
tall building, brightens up the early day.
A frosty, cold wind blows across
icy patches, lying in the shade,
on this crispy, clear, sunny morning,
the best day yet that God has made.

Winters coverlet falls silently to the ground
covering all unmoving objects.
Satin puffs, reflect the light from
well lit windows.
Peaceful, restful, seeing the first
snowfall.

Winter's mantle,
frozen crystal,
icy twigs,
encrusted grass.
Leaves, lying
beneath skeletal
trees, flaunting
their nakedness.
Starry diamonds
reflecting light
from a frozen pond.

Why must we choose
between two friends,
we both love and trust?

The hurt that is seen,
the pain, that is not,
is hard to understand.

Why those whose love
had been, for years,
now has turned into sand
and dried up tears.

May good health and fortune
surround you.
May you never worry
anymore.
May gloom or bad luck
never find you.
May bad tiding never come knocking
at your door.
May you live in a world
of love and giving,
and may you never wonder
why,
certain people keep on living
while others - even children have to die.
May there come a time when all others
will walk with you in peace.
May there always be a bright tomorrow
with no longing for a distant shore.
May you live with happiness forever,
and forever more.

Must light have noise
if colors are soft and loud?
Must light be felt
when colors are cool and warm?

If you could feel colors
or hear the noise
made by rainbows
in sunny-rainy skies
or hear a sunset.

Would the dawning of morning
be even more beautiful
and darkest night,
both silent and colder?

If all our emotions
are described by a color,
what would your color be?