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A Capability of Beauty
The warm, salty waves wash away,
Swirling patterns in the sand,
Sending crabs and clams
Burrowing into the rock grains.
The waves churn the sand,
Uncovering, leaving behind,
Delivering small,
Delicate treasures: -
A Glowing Aura of Relaxation
The sun dips behind the mountains,
Only some of the light shines,
A peachy aura emerging.
The whispy clouds hover gracefully,
Letting themselves drift with the wind,
The peace settling into the mist,
Refracting the glow, -
Appreciating Where Flowers Will Emerge
I trace my fingers across the grass,
the little green shards,
the silky plants tickling my skin.
It has survived the winter,
the dry brown it had become
slowly disappearing,
turning rich green from the sun. -
Getting Where I Want to Go
My sneakers hit the pavement,
The constant sound of the thwapping filling the nipping,
Early spring air.
My breath comes slow but heavy,
Before being like a soft summer breeze,
Now like a strong wind, -
An Interacting Community of Light
I stare out the plane window,
gazing at the illuminated buildings.
The clusters of orange and yellow lights,
forming the shapes of roads,
streets, and homes.
They spread out like a map,
inky darkness showing the desolate areas, -
Little Things Lighting Up Our Earth
If I were invisible,
I would spend my day searching,
searching for little things
that go unnoticed in the
busy, blaring, bonkers
chaos of life.
The little things that are small and perfect,
lighting up like stars,
Loves
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To Dance
To dance is to soar
To feel what it's like for the birds
To be free in the air
If only for seconds,
Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime
To dance is to be electric
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Pliocene Morning
There was a collapsed star.
There was light at the very end of a cave.
There was lightning that struck a tree.
There was a baby born
With a slightly bigger skull, one day.
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Kindness, Accidentally
I did not know kindness isn't always loud,
not the grand gestures, not the
throw-the-coat-over-a-puddle,
because sometimes
it is simply someone sitting on the ground -
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everyone has discarded their jackets again
it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
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