James Ronan

Conceived on edge of rock and sky
Are snow melts dripping melodious beats
Forming rivulets that trickle leisurely by
Blending with springs from mountain peaks
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Barbary Coast

Assuredly I was known by a lifestyle shown,
In the habits of a wanton man.
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I amble amongst jumbled wood
That storms have tossed about
On a beach where villagers once stood
Only now a silent bell rings out
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Replete of light against dark sky,
A vibrant halo speaks of change.
Wispy mares' tails hint peril is nigh,
Stealthily lurks on far-off range.
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Fading scars mark an offended earth,
In tailings exposed on distant hills,
Bearing past witness of a metal’s worth,
Its memorials decay as aging ore mills.
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Lie restfully as a blanket of new fallen snow,
Our memory of you is crisp as the morning's chill.

Evenings paint long shadows across our path,
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A serene horizon rends land from sky,
Where vistas run long to valleys' floor.
Serpentine beds where streams ran dry,
Affords allusions of waters roar.
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In a shadowy niche scurry tiny fast feet,
Whose bountiful cheeks hold stash they stow.
Their survival is guaranteed by gift of fleet,
As beady eyes shift while tracking foe.
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In cool dark valleys soar groves of wood,
That cast silhouettes on delicate ferns,
Colossal logs lie where trees once stood,
Making no sounds of worldly concerns.
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Raindrops race towards an earthly trip
forming puddles for feet to slip
Snow's slow flutter abstains from sound
Yet, hail’s furry on eardrums pound
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