Rage, storm: rescue me
from bland and careful living.
Teach me your wild ways.
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Rage, storm
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Monthly Archives: January 2015
Walk you to work
Walk you to work through
deep snow. Homeward, I trace our
boot prints, side by side.
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Head-on they come
Head-on they come, four
mares galloping. Hooves beat down,
fresh snow feathers up.
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Geese will arrive
The air bites, sharp
as Winter’s kiss. But wait:
Geese will arrive, necks stretched,
wings spread,
pulling a softer wind
to wrap our fresh-bared skin.
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Stars fall
Stars fall
Frost shines –
The back deck at dawn
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like a prayer
Make it
like a prayer
that first step
onto fresh snow.
In this small, quiet moment
you have not yet
invented yourself.
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