A KISS IN THE SNOW

Deer
It is a kiss
like no other –
heartfelt
tender –
that began
when your eyes lit up
when you saw mine
across the room
and you came to me
as though you’re drowning
in need of air.
Your lips met mine
like a butterfly
landing on a flower.
No words capture
the spell
binding us even more
nor the wish
that such moments
stretch to forever

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WPC:  WISH

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DAISY ON THE ROAD (WPC: The Road Taken)

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Old Farm Town Road, Sebec, ME
There -  
when  I could barely make a step
when  all of me screamed of tiredness
meandering
unsure of my path
wary of each little sound
coming from the woods -
the rustle of leaves
the startled cry of birds -
I saw a daisy
wild and alone
blooming right on the road
rocky and forlorn
Could it have survived
a well-trodden path?
Maybe - 
maybe not
For sure
its beauty was a welcome respite.

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WPC:  THE ROAD TAKEN
 

SHADOW

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This is a photo of my son standing before a whiteboard at around noontime on a sunny summer day.  The shadows were cast by the window blinds in a room with glass walls. 

 

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Here, my son plays on a puddle while resting after walking around the zoo on a hot summer day.  The place was perfect for a stop considering the shade provided by the maple leaves.
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The light was so strong that it made these shadows of the beams on the ground.  The shadows and the beams almost formed a tunnel of lines on that hot summer noon.

WPC:  Shadow

IF ONLY (WPC: Solitude)

“We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.” ~ C.S. Lewis

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Somewhere in the day, between duties and daydreams
Solitude awaits to dispense her blessings –
a book of introduction to people I would never have known,
words in a jumble wishing to become a poem
There could even be music to highlight the mood
the sweetness of cake and warmth of coffee, dark and bold.

Of course, I will help myself to all of those
if only I could find this Solitude’s repose.

 

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WPC:  Solitude

LATE NOVEMBER (WPC: It’s Not This Time of Year Without)

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The sun retires at 4 o’clock in this part of the world up north
The branches, shorn of leaves, sport some snow for a new winter coat
Forgotten apples, still crisp, shiver in the November sky
And those who neither reap nor sow can feast just like you and I.

At six o’clock it still dim, oh! how the sun takes its time to rise
Well, who will want to play out in the yard that’s slowly turning to ice?
Except perhaps for those chipmunks foraging the woods for some nuts
And, chittering, store them away in some hole in the tree trunk.

WPC

THE AGE OF WONDERS (WPC: Magic)

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That moment
when I caught him
watching leaves
falling from the trees
and reaching out
with his little arms

That moment
when I saw him
snapping a hawkweed flow’r
from its stem
and staring at it
laying on his hand
for however long

that moment
when he looks at me
his lips parting
into a tentative smile
his eyes bright
with questions
he cannot ask

is magic
pure and sweet
that bring wonders
to a jaded heart.
Is there anything greater
than watching the world unfold
through the eyes of innocence?

WPC: magic