Where do I go...after.
Father was a big man...
Deep prints, worn path...
'This way, daughter, '
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Crackly tagging twigs
Tattling on the rain
Miced up in the skies...
Thin, thin disguise!
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Brown lawn, long
Gone to Winter's
Talons...
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The conjugal state of conniption...
Just a redundant description
Of your consort's, 'No you ain't! '
And your peaceful state of 'saint'...
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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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Sunrise...no surprise.
Trees are where
They're supposed
To be...
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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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This evening...
Roasting aroma,
In my kitchen,
Fills a dog's eyes,
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Speak you the days of Sun's warmth quietly.
Reverently. This church will open doors
Too soon, (much too soon) to galing Autumn's
Outrage of being summoned into fire.
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