Ancestors

 -------Ancestors-------

Never alone

among the trees

I feel 

akin

to a walking seed

Carrying all

of those I come from

And those

who

will someday be.

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Forward and Around

 -------Forward and Around-------

In the hot 

of Summer

As daylight 

begins to shorten

I can feel the Autumn 

slowly forming

From flowers 

into fruit

And in each fruit

the seeds of Winter

And in the darkness

Spring.

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Datura

 -------Datura-------

There are some of us 

who pray 

at nighttime

When the moon 

is new 

or full

Reaching,

it seems, 

with a heart in flower

To the stars 

and dark 

beyond.

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Living Hope

 -------Living Hope-------

There are moments 

now 

when sunlight

Finds 

its way 

through hopelessness

Touching these leaves,

reminding 

me

Of the gift 

I hold 

within.

The garden 

of our dream 

abounds 

With fruit 

from each 

our seeds.

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Today, I Live

 -------Today, I Live-------

I do not fear the dying,

the kind that comes with Fall

as summer flowers 

give to fruit

and seeds

enough for all.

It is in 

this light

I stretch 

and bow

my branches

to the sun.

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Tending Revolution

 -------Tending Revolution-------

Blackberries 

start in flowers

Like worlds 

inside a dream

Becoming fruit 

from petals first

The ends 

within the means.

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Thanks Giving

 -------Thanks Giving-------

Honeysuckle, lilac and roses

A reminder shared

from early summer

To stop and smell the flowers

Everyday, 

to be grateful.

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Beacon

 -------Beacon--------

Sunrise calls 

the mourning dove

who calls to me 

each morning,

"Rise to shine 

and share that wonder

you touched 

within a dream".

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"Hands Off Assata"

 -------"Hands Off Assata"-------

There are some flowers 

who cannot be captured

A single Rose,

a field

of Asters

Whose presence extends 

beyond one body

Who gives 

the world 

the chance to dream.

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Back to Flowers

 -------Back to Flowers-------

I used to think

the season 

over

When our petals 

dried and fell

But then 

I watched

our fruit become

A seed 

and how the winter,

Blessed, 

held

our seed til spring

Could bring 

us back to flowers.

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