elysabeth faslund Poems

Maids of Spring, Summer, Fall...
Sleeping, tucked cozy under bowers.
Dreaming, waiting awakening.
The fourth sister, Winter's Maid
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Too misty, too white.
Fog changes pelicans
Into prows of ships.
Slow, too slow to
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She'd forgotten walks along driftwood beaches,
Meandering hand-in-hand...long ago...
One of them picked up an interesting piece,
Then home,
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Waves cradle the November ice that
Charms wrens into brides.
Winds rattle knitted twigs.
A broken shell...
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There are certain levels, where
I can adjust the bedroom
Window...
The one above my head...
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Morning came unbidden with
chained thoughts, slaved to
this white page...it speaks to
me in whispered secret silence.
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Moccasins shed skins against floorboards.
Broken, splintered. Slither. Stealth.
Silent.
Clay-packed crumbly brick. Fireplace glow.
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Get outta that bed, and rattle them pots and pans!
Wake everyone up in the house, and gettum goin!
2 pots of coffee to start, and a pan of cinnamon rolls!
Every move in the kitchen is waiting on you!
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You crept, soundless, into a virginal twilight...
Listening.
Stopping by Eternity.
Listening...
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Snoogy woogy snuggy
Bitty biddle bear.
Button jeepers peepers,
Widdle wack nose...
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