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The Autumn Night
The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…
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A Presence In My LIfe
(In May of 2000 I, with the help of family, had self published a hard cover book of poetry called Kiss The Moon; A Woman Speaks and Gives Grace. Except for a few copies I held back, 500 books were sold. In the front of the book I explained how the poetry came to be. …
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My Song Goes Out
My song goes out on the morning air and penetrates the sky to where the stars hang heavy. My lyrics ride the beams that will meet the sun and hang in mid-day until even the grass hears the melody or the mourning. Look who it is! they say. She speaks to us and we hear,…
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Morning Comes
Morning comes with dew hinting Autumn, promising a long, clean winter. Schedules are welcomed and days end at an appropriate time. Evenings stretch like warm welcoming mats, rolling up at our heels and sealing us in with what will feed our Spirits. [product id=”” sku=”001″]
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How And Why
A grandson asked me to explain how my writing comes about. How I give birth to things and the meaning of some articles and poems. Some authors and musicians have said that the words and music are heard with an inner ear. Often writers will say they are writing with the flow. Ralph Waldo Emerson…