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Here I go,writing now,
so I can go to sleep.
If I don't, I'll nod off,
shortly after, I do eat.
What a waste, I say to you,
that are all complicit in,
no matter who your are.
Don't tell me your history,
about Bush, Clinton or Obama.
Your hate filled words
are just a poor reflection
about your hate of others
not like you.

reflection in the snow

Can I write without doing a rhyme?
Or is it my burden to carry on?
Writing for me, frees up my soul
And allows the expression of my joy
Or sorrow, of what happens in life.
A freedom to write, of what I'm thinking.
I need not publish, my thoughts to you,
But I can if I wish or if I want
To let you know, how my mind works.
At least those are thoughts in my head,
For this very moment and at this time.

Forsake me not, she said to me.
Life will be what it will be.
Tell me not to change my way,
For now I live, just for today.
The morrow will be coming soon
And the night brings, the darkened Moon.
Fear of life, I keep hidden inside,
Searching for peace, for my life's ride.

Say what you want
Believe what you will
We have trouble
On the DC hill.

The tip of a plant
Pushes through the snow,
Telling of growth below.
A warming Sun can't
Hurt, that I know.
As the weather warms,
There are seeds to sow
For new plants to grow.

The moonlight with off colored white,
Brightens the layer of ground covered snow.
White wisps of clouds, interrupt the light
That are reflected in the shadows below.
It is truly a most marvelous sight.
A look from my window, with tired eye
realizing that sunrise is nigh.
The Moon slowly moves from my sight
as the World abounds with false daylight.
Little to say, on this grayest of days,
Except the approach of Spring does amaze.

It is what it is and yet
I tell you I will never forget,
The Call of the Wild, in my veins
As sure as I recall, Seattle rains.

Noise in the street
Snow plow on the move
Finally

The frog hid, beneath the lily pad.
Staying out of sight of a stalking bird.
He remained quiet, as he should
For a Blue Heron was in the pond,
wading, watching and moving along.
Rippling the water, to see frog or fish,
Finding food, it's fondest wish.
It needed food to survive this day
To remain a beautiful, prehistoric,
Bird of Prey.