elysabeth faslund Poems

Crackly tagging twigs
Tattling on the rain
Miced up in the skies...
Thin, thin disguise!
...

Brown lawn, long
Gone to Winter's
Talons...
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It is the Lights around the corners...
Those everyday corners...
That surprise, delight, reappear
For our questions...
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To have sparkling dew on your roses
Every morning...
To have coffee or tea with...just the
Right amount of
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An early hour of mist....
Filmy, translucent robes.
The forests' Ambassadors
Are about...Royalty.
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Sunrise...no surprise.
Trees are where
They're supposed
To be...
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This evening...
Roasting aroma,
In my kitchen,
Fills a dog's eyes,
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Jedediah traveler robed, rendering Bard...
Speak not money to Oracles, or
Guilt to cowards fluxing, flexing, waxing
Vociferous, cornered...
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Dancing sands of the Celebration!
Step, step, round, and twirl...
Tilting aisles of Andromeda...we,
Leaving, learning, fixing
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Viking Voyage


For lo! The forty four grey cast away
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