Sedatus

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Deep breath,

Wounded soul.

Nothing lasts.

Silent Flight

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Do not ask               

If I still hope               

             

In the woods               

At dusk               

The owls alight               

Who am I to grieve               

Who has not ceased               

To wonder               

 

Portal

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                                                Three parts light

                                                and one part night

                                                the broken pane

                                                of dreams

                                                The past

                                                breathing in that dark

                                                like an animal

                                                chained to its stall

January Thaw

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Pausing by the pond                              

in this jagged world                              

to thaw my fears                              

and watch the sky                              

slide out from under ice,                              

looking up                              

by looking down.                              

Sunset in Winter

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                    A lower light

                    gathers at the waist

                    of earth and sky

                    Brutal in its stillness

                    when the wind dies

                    A beauty so intense

                    we feel our losses

                    more and more

Heartsick

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This way                        

old friend                        

if you're still willing                        

we'll call it a triumph                       

of memory                       

Writing by Candlelight in an Icestorm

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Night masked an ill wind     

That kicked in the cabin door     

And murdered the light     

Sky

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I never tire

of looking at the sky

for surely that's where she went

she who is lighter than air

which is why the Irish

leave the window open

to make it easier

for all

All Perfecto and No Bike

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               He sold his last motorcycle

               after a spill,

               a concession to age

               and to circumstance,

               but he kept the jacket.

               He thought he could

               defeat time, and desire,

               and the need to be loved

               if he just geared down,

               but the weather clears,

               and the sun warms his back,

               and he feels it again,

               the wild urge of speed,

               of freedom, of living,

               and, oh, to go down swinging.

Incantation

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I spoke your name                    

To the rising Wolf Moon                    

And I wait                    

Elegy in the Dark

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Awake again

in the deep night of winter,

watching the storm.

Darkness swallows light.

I can't see the field, but I know

it's there, under snow in the dark,

the field where my children ran

with sunlight in their hair.

Like the fallen goldenrod

buried in snow, like the young

bare maples sighing with wind,

I, too, am rooted in the dark,

Soon to take my place

among the ended promises

of these few fallow acres

mistaken for paradise.

Harsh Winter Haiku

A path through fresh snow                

To the mailbox is enough                

For deliverance