Remember Me

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Remember Me

 

Remember me.

I am gone.

Remember how I laughed, danced

And

The songs of life we sang

For

I am the white in winter,

The icy patterns on farmhouse windows,

The swift moving storm clouds,

Free of tears now.

Remember me.

I am the new green in Spring

Free of the years

And

Mourning.

Free of fears.

Remember me in Fall.

I am the call of wild geese leaving.

Free of grieving.

Remember me

In the light of morning

When dew drops become rainbows

On the tips of grass bent by tule fog.

I’ve become mushrooms on an old mossy log,

And

When

Mumurating birds

Gleaning the fields,

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Who

Might remember me

When,

Standing in awe of snow

In

The pink glow of a winter twilight

As

The changeling seasons come and go

To show the ever new

Of me who

Is

Gone now.

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MEMORIES

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Leaf

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The leaf

On a cold, cold autumn morning

My frosty breath

Partially obscured

The wide scattered

Brown leaves

Lying over an icy

Green lawn

Where lay a single

Brilliant

Scarlet

Maple leaf

Blown from a distant tree

And

To me

An Haiku for the day.

*

Why am I alone

When such

A glorious thief of time

Places before me

The death of you

And

I automatically turn

To Say:

See,

See

To the empty space

Were your place might be

And

Passer’s by

Might see

A single tear

Frozen on my

Cheek

After a

Trick of fate

Brought me

So close To you

Once again.

 

 

 

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REQUIEM FOR THE MORNING

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Requiem For The Morning

 

Where does the morning lie,

Buried deep

Under heavy ocean fog,

Dimming light soft and gray

Rolls over the hills

Filling the shallows,

Swallowing the dog in mist,

Swallowing my sighs

And

Sad whys of mystery,

Swallowing a grieving kiss

In a melting dream

Of

Cold air

Where

You lie beneath the old new roses,

Their barren hips remembering bloom,

Planted to remember you?

*

It’s crunch time again

Dear heart

When those seasonal rhythms start,

When crispy leaves, red and gold,

Folded in brittle end

Cover the garden floor

And

When those that remain high above

Tenuously hover for the fall.

*

All in all

It begins again,

The ending of another lush summer

With the hush of bird song

In a cold embrace

Of the morning requiem,

But,

Then

A sliver of light drives through the gloom

Making those raking shadows on the window

Hopeful again.

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