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My Pencil

My pencil fell upon the road,
Full of the words I thought I’d write.



A Fall from Grace

Image credit: peter_pyw

For many years she wandered
A queen without a crown
Looking up to others
Who she thought were looking down.

Winter Blues

In Minnesota, we say there are two seasons ‐
Winter's Coming and Winter's Here.

Labyrinth


He twisted her and turned her round,
Led her deep into the maze.
Until no trace of home was found.
She circled, wandering in a daze

Is There a Word?

Is there a way to pinpoint our feelings?
Is there a word, a phrase, a song that will do the job?

My Mentor

You stood by me as I walked a road I had not walked.
You cleared the path ahead of us whenever it was blocked.
You are the breeze that follows the storm.
You make the air seem fresh and new.

lovers under the milky way

The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well

Boone

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double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.



Apple Tree Tale

apple tree

A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly



Telling the Tale of Sound

Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —

poplar trees