November 11th-17th, 2013

November 11th, 2013

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Like dark ominous fruit vultures flock

sitting in the trees ~quietly announcing death

we slow~uneasy~searching the woodlands

and there it is~a deer~stuffed hastily into a bag

then thrown out like unwanted garbage

our hearts break as we stand helplessly

all we can do is send words of blessing

to honor a life~cut short for naught

we walk on slowly~our sunny morning walk

darkened by sadness~such wanton cruelty

such disrespect of nature and her creatures

yet from this act of terror comes sustenance

for the vultures~ who will erase this evil deed

life and death~side by side~loss and gain

we find some comfort  in that thought

November 12th, 2013
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Heart of burnished gold
trembles in the breeze
so delicate~yet so strong

November 13th, 2013
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Early morning sunrise~fragrant wisps of coffee rise
warm comfort of a purring cat in my lap
looking out into the garden I watch first rays
kiss autumn leaves~they glow in appreciation
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Birds land in Mulberry's branches~chattering~flitting
as they take to the air~leaves are released one by one
gently twirling~drifting down~then settling
Mulberry stands serenely~a pool of molten gold at her feet

November 14th, 2013
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Across the creek~basking in the sun
berry bounty glows 
how the birds will feast at harvest time

November 15th, 2013
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Season's wheel slowly turns
moving toward the end of the year
bringing with it shorter days~ cooler nights
everywhere leaves are turning~ then falling
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Yet already the promise of renewal is evident
Alder trees~ while readying for rest~ are quietly preparing
knowing that renewal will come as the wheel turns yet again
the dark months are here~but so is the promise of spring

November 16th, 2013
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SWS
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The Mothership approaches~beam me up

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November 17th, 2013
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Mid~November~early mornings now spend in the dark
huddled over my cup of tea~waiting for the house to warm
candle flame flickers~ illusion of fire~satellite heater glows warmly
bravery consisted of a simple act~ peeling back  toasty duvet layers
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 Bare feet find cold slippers ~I venture forth into the chilly house
swiftly putting on the kettle~eager to replace the warmth left behind
 body and soul yearn to return~ into the cozy cocoon recently shed
not yet ready to fly~needing the sun's warming rays for courage
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Hands wrapped around the hot mug~ drinking in welcome heat
sipping slowly~ savoring the warming of body and soul once again
finally first golden rays appear~morning sun rises and illuminates
breathing deep~my wings unfold~ready to seize the day