Author: raffertyohare

These grassy sand dunes

Seem a fine vacation home

Visiting owl.

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Melancholy woods?

There is no such thing, old friend

You brought it with you.

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Lovers carve their names

Into the elephant skin

Of this old beech tree.

A storm approaches

Birds cry out to each other

A riot of song.

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Corner of my eye

Enormous Raven in flight

Brilliant black feathers.

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I think of autumn

When we can walk together

Under painted leaves.

A beaver’s teeth marks

This tree will not stand for long

Windy mountain top.

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Squirrel on wires

A few morning snowflakes fall

Sound of scratching claws.

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Tree robbed of branches

To make room for power lines

Our priorities.

The sounds of cold rain

And my feet on damp soil

All else is quiet.

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“Holly tree!” I cry

How glad I am that you grow

While the others sleep.

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Music of the streams

This new rainfall spills their banks

They feed the salt marsh.

Found you in a dream

You’re still no good at goodbyes

Dawn – Alone again.

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Beggar’s empty cup

Walking through stop light traffic

Thin and ragged gloves.

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Miss our little talks

When you could spare a moment

My heart leapt for joy.

The fresh fallen snow

Ice laden tree limbs glitter

and groan at the weight

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Wind howls – sirens scream

Shovels scraping on sidewalks

Sounds at the window

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The moon is hiding

Behind a shawl of storm clouds

Who could blame her though?