maple glow

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glow of maple orange

even of the last few leaves

pierces misty fog

winter approaches

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with stealthy approach

winter mists exhalations

then shudders, shivers

now is so altered

i cannot now

where always i could

if it was a matter of will

but old age has changed

not only my ability

but my confidence

painted mornings

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Nature paints mornings

over horizon dotted

with pine silhouettes

backdrop blue

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indigo deep blue

setting stage for dawn’s entrance

glorious backdrop

dark clouds sun-bleached

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compassion, like dawn

breaks through miasmas of greed

to caring persons

feeble envoy

i am a fighter

but i have a logical mind

he is a fighter

but runs on emotion

i do not know

how to reach him

to point out an insight

stubborn

you will only push me so far

and then i will either

agree with you - or not

i will either cooperate

with you – or not

deal with it

withdraw

a few words, withdrawing

from family participation

and my heart aches for her

for them, for us

something is wrong which

we cannot touch, or even try

to help fix and i feel her

drawing into herself

when we would hold her close

relate by hand

something warm about putting

pencil to paper as though giving

of self to communicate unfettered

by the other’s immediate response

flying purple clouds

flying purple clouds

crossing my wide window

in a second and a half

south to north as though

late for an appointment

an anxiety i know well

grief shouldered

weighed by the death of a teenager

i’d teased and listened to and loved

remarking to myself his near approach

to the manhood he will now not know

and the depth of his love – and theirs

of him – of two generations of family

we will attend his celebration of life

but mourn those broad shoulders

had never borne the weight of children

of his own

without warmth

gossip over the back fence

was often merely meant to keep fellow

villagers informed so they, too,

might pray for neighbor’s health and joy

gossip on blunt email lacks

the softening effect of person to person

misses touch’s feeling we are all human

and comes across as callous bullying

crags to riches

cragged personalities

may soften raw edges

if met with suspended judgment

and allowed opportunity and time

to reveal tender core

mutual

“I love freckles,” said Grandma

as she consoled her bullied

‘spot-face’ grandson

“I love wrinkles.” He grinned.

release

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small screw-in bulb sends

photons penetrating dense fog

emotion stays wound

chill fingers

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gray chill gnaws my joints

fingers ache raw multiply

but still fold to pray

the clowder

mollies and toms

tails vibrating in excitement

ear tuft ‘furnishings’ erect

purring, meowing, speaking

in more than one hundred sounds

cats gather

purr-growl

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guttural purr-growl

squirrel, lemur, elephant

ape, cat, even man

perception - not reality

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fog splatters sunrise

droplets of tinted water

man perceives as sky