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Winter’s Song

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  Winter’s Song   The snow fell today, and and silence lifted throughout the streets; no whistling winds or chilling air blowing against the breath of my mind. Just the stillness. This moment.  Here alone making footprints on the dusting over cobbled stone/with poet eyes dreaming the sky.   Walking, through the birth of winter […]

Butterfly Wings

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  flutter in front of my eyes causing my mind to stutter for just one moment as I gaze into the stillness of time watching this beautiful artistic creation of metamorphosis fly freely. A pretty black with traces of gold – wings the eyes of opportunity as they drift though the skies of a complicated […]

92 Degrees

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after all the thinking over the years, I just can’t stop wiping the sweat that steadily flows from my mind. On a day like today thoughts become like a humidity of words dripping in mirages of description/searching for clarity through the warm, gentle breeze of nature. Summer feels so magical on this day, like the […]

A Morning In Windsor

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A morning in Windsor

The air is soft, gentle and virgin as a stubborn fog grips calmly onto a fragrant sky that is barely functional as this morning in South Windsor arises. There are no surprises as I drive this road. The trees still glisten in the early mist of mid-summer’s dew as the slight silence of the sun […]

Sidewalks

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Sidewalks: the clutter of movements simplified on pavements of time where strangers become familiar stories and friendly smiles become hidden identities behind masks of emotion. In their eyes are the elemental fragments of history as each leaves a footprint of external existence. On curbs there is a persistence of connection in the way they communicate […]