Toni Atchison

Oh, what far-westering moon
into the early morning winter sky
does crowd that sapphire plane
in abundant silver light?
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I wish you hadn't grown up just yet.
Things were so much easier
when I could fight your dragons for you,
and you thought I was the smartest mom
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the quality of light seems
to be of great interest to me.
Within it I see change
of weather and season.
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Somewhere in the realm of candle,
the light strikes a beam from your eyes.
A lover's voice calls a name so soft,
hands touch warm cheeks and thighs.
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I lay in the dark and listen
to the sound of rain on the glass.
Comforted by the gentle pattern,
swaddled in my blanket.
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(for April)
this was a joking comment on writing poetry when short on sleep (I suffer from insomnia) . I wrote it for my daughter, who dared me to put this on here. Forgive me......
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In this new house in the spring,
I must learn the light anew.
Fresh lessons of dappled bright and shadow,
a quiet street,
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Round and round and around they go,
fourty-three men in a long double row.
They teach us of passion, of teamwork and hate,
and so every weekend I make a date,
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I don't love January rain-
at least, not like I used to.

Maybe it's being in a different house
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Full moon sails high behind
a shroud of cloud tonight.
Though she is aging,
the shroud she lines in silver
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I won't apologise for the
way I've chosen to live.
It frusterates me, sometimes,
that I can't meet your expectations.
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Fall came to town one day
with a subtlty I almost missed.
But a yellow leaf sailed gaily by
on a breeze a bit more than chill.
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I have two sets of chimes on my porch,
hung there to sing in the wind.
One set of delicate rods,
silver hung from bamboo,
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If I sacrifice myself
on the alter you call love,
could I justify myself-
or would you turn and walk away,
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There's a witch that lives inside of me.
She dances in a moonlit forest glen,
decked out in custom sky-clad robes,
to the wailing of a wild fairy band.
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The summer that seemed to go on forever
has finally come to an end,
and autumn has firm control now.
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It seems as if another year
has slipped by me.
I, of course, remained
obtuse and wholly unaware.
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In my mind, I see the flame of autumn
or the crystalline beauty of winter snow.
It seems I always long for seasons' past,
seldom paying tribute to the present.
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And now, at last, the time has come
to rest my weary head.
To take my words and dreams and hopes
and put them all to bed.
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So much for the first day of summer.
Hot as hell till the storms rolled in,
and I found myself wondering,
just for a bit,
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