Tag Archives: Observation

Early Morning

Early morning.
The sun not yet risen,
schemes itching to wink
on the cusp of expectation.
A dog barks with happy swagger,
windows catch the scented dawn
and you swim into my life –
like a mermaid from the depths,
salted, exalted, reborn.

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Haiku

Chatter stilled –
Winter’s blanket unrolled
A hug for the soul.

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Rhossili Down

A morning draped in mist.
Waves hugging the seashore.
Weariness unclenching its fist.
Crows surfing the biting breeze.
Rocks rising in sudden sharpness.
I thought how sweet it is to live.
Voices steeped in buoyant laughter.
Man’s folly is easy to forgive.
Gullsong burning the clammy air.
The sun waits, eager to share.

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Flight

Riding upon
            The mountainous clouds,
Light glimmers
             A welcome guide.
In a sea of blue
             All is peace,
Knowing that
              Soon will come
                          A touching of lips.

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Everyday Miracle

A butterfly crossed my path today,
Fragile simplicity on the loop.
An everyday miracle, some might say,
Nothing else of import occurred.
Just this moment of brilliance,
Given weight in the dancing light,
To keep terror’s sharp lance at bay.

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Sympathy

I look outside
And watch people
In the thick of life,
Feeding ravenous birds,
Alive in the moment.

Happiness spreads
Like a welcome pool.
In it I plunge,
Hungry for you.

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Analysis

Little did you know that I watched,
enchanted by soft movements,
gentle as the summer rain.

Time stood still while this moment
roared with pregnant serenity,
your fingers curled around
the page edges.

As you read, I read too,
your quizzical look, the sudden
bursts of joyful laughter,
stunned beyond borders.

But the greatest story does not end,
tended as it is by love and the
unending rush linking desolate hands.

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