All the Pretty Colors

  

-------All the Pretty Colors-------

 

The first 

of the golden leaves 

have fallen

 

Followed 

by the deepest red

my eyes have yet enjoyed

 

This dying

that brings 

a quiet

 

From which green 

will rise 

again.

 

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Humility haiku

  

-------Humility haiku-------

 

Fruits grow 

with sunlight

 

All who eat 

then are nourished

 

No one 

by oneself 

 

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Dear Wendell

  

-------Dear Wendell-------

 

Rain 

falls 

on dry

hard packed

once-was-prairie land

 

A dream 

unforgotten

re-membered 

in gratitude

in moments like this

 

That let

the roots

grow deeper

and a new world

be reborn

 

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Dusk

  

-------Dusk-------

 

Sunset sparks 

a fire

flameless

through the fields

 

In reds like Dock,

grasses

golden,

the purple blue of Aster

 

Alight by nothing

but a thought

tindered

with imagination.

 

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Return

  

-------Return-------

 

Holding you

holding 

me

 

One

we long

to be

 

Beyond ourselves

into 

the Sea

 

Where I am you

and you

are me

 

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Reparation

  

-------Reparation-------

 

By any means

necessary

the land will overcome

 

Any obstacle presented

and the source

presented from

 

As fire breaths 

its life breath

through a forest left alone

 

In the name of conservation

abandoned, 

overgrown

 

And like it is with healing

one's body, mind

and soul

 

Repair 

is reconnecting

the pieces to the whole.

 

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Gift

  

-------Gift-------

 

Years from now

I hope to be 

a tree 

who has gathered seasons

of light and given 

just as much

comfort to those around me

 

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May these roots 

feed the earth

my branches carry fire

please take this trunk 

and build your home

and catch my leaves with children

 

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Know that I 

am forever yours

and We 

are the gift

I've lived for

 

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