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Before the Frost
Fall
is yawns and
a general
slowing-down of time.
The world is dipped in molasses
and comes out
stickier
but sweeter than ever before.
And we,
in the world,
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That First Snow Feeling
the first snow
always elicits a sense
of wonder
in me
a feeling that
everything is new again
and that the world
is being reborn
entering a new phase
in its annual cycle
of growth
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As The World Spins 'Round
A group of girls
in a circle in the shade
talk quietly in the world
their voices rising and falling
a stream of consciousness
pulling from their minds
memories of the day before.
A whistle
a ball
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All Good Things
I am still growing tall
Reaching my shoots
of knowledge and ideas
of perspective and friendship
high into the sky to roam
with the falcons and eagles
sparrows and finches.
Someday
Loves
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VT
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
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rain :: hope
it is Halloween morning
and pouring rain.
wake up & look out the window -
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Droplets of letters of justice
You matter.
Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.
In a rain drop sort of way.
The rain drops don’t need to be thereNot all of them
For it to be raining.
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A kind of useless conversation
...but maybe that's the point? I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining
“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”
