Dear Moon

-------Dear Moon-------

You've come back, dear Moon.

Light of a revolution.

Full 

   and loving 

      us.

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An Autumn Prayer

-------An Autumn Prayer-------

Nightbirds tag along beneath the silver moon.

A shimmer of Winter.

Delicate.

At dawn,

I walk into the woods,

down, along a hill

of red and golden maple,

into mist and amber dreams

where the beeches hold the green.

I do not wish to hope,

nor to be still

while the world counts down the days.

I wish 

to fly with the seasons

so gently and quiet,

as a leaf 

falls.

I pray.

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Potential

-------Potential-------

There is a tree inside 

this little seed;

a forest

in a

handful.

Solidarity speaks in rhythms 

of Autumn;

the pieces fall 

and rise 

to meet the whole 

again.

A forest

inside

a 

little 

seed.

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Promenade

-------Promenade-------

My desire to be alone

is no match to this starry night.

For I cannot help but feel

that I am dancing

with the whole,

entire

world.

Slowly turning

hand in hand

   in petal

      in claw.

A promenade

around

the sun.

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