Winter Hides

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winter hides the green

away

no complementary

colors

even at sunsets

winter

hides but those tiny

flowers

that makes me break

into a smile

.

here and there I smile

some

light out of me shines

.

I Stand Still

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I stand still

writing

among the bare

woods

.

I stand here

observing

my eyes filled

with beauty

.

the sounds of

ducks in between

the church bells

sharp in the air

.

move my tears to

cover my cheeks

such emotional

life will last

.

in nature we live

we are born

again and again

let’s not forget

.

Fear Lives

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fear lives in us

the more we push it

out the more

it sinks its roots in the dark

.

to be able

to recognize it when

we look from its eyes

terrified

.

at life well aware

we don’t understand

what influences us is what

halts my words now

.

What It Takes

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the garden repeats

itself with no shame

day after day

year after year

it is the ritual of life

honest repetitions

with no aim to gain

simply to be

I learn each day

from these visits

each step I take

wisdom sheds

entering me

imperceptible

it takes a needy

heart to see

this incredible

life experience

.

What It Takes

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the garden repeats

itself with no shame

day after day

year after year

it is the ritual of life

honest repetitions

with no aim to gain

simply to be

I learn each day

from these visits

each step I take

wisdom sheds

entering me

imperceptible

it takes a needy

heart to see

this incredible

life experience

.

Desert Quest

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Opening poem of the poetry collection California Notebooks 02

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the volume of the sky

above me and the land

stretching from my feet

.

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Beauty Lingering

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it’s an afterward
moving

.

this of giving poetry
a way

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to talk about the beauty
lingering

.

unseen
sensitivity shining

.

bright
in our darker days

.

when we
think there’s little

.

to be seen

.

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out

!