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Long to Go

Twinkling sounds dance from wind chimes

As the sky’s breath moves them to and fro.

The sounds remind me of olden times

When grandparents live and gardens grow.

Birds sing songs full of rhymes,

And scent fills the air of berries and tomato.

The world, simple yet spanning lifetimes,

The daffodils and tulips bloom just so.

The mountains await for our climbs,

And my mind and heart so long to go.

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R & R

The babbling of the spa waterfall lulls me

While the flames of the nearby fire dance

These things put me into a trance.

My mind here is free to wander,

But stays clear of thoughts that hurt,

As if it know it too needs a break.

Here I can feel my stresses melt away.

The crescent moon flies overhead

As the sun bids adieu to the day.

Tonight I will sleep alone in a king bed

Lined with linens and quilts for warmth

And drift off to dream wondrous dreams,

Before next week’s drama starts anew.

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Washed Clean

The heavens spill forth across the land,

The lake’s glass surface ruptures in turmoil

As the sky moans and strikes out in pain.

Loud and disturbing, but calming as well,

For it washes clean the pollen and grunge

And renews the grass and flowers alike.

Slowly the storm recedes, the sky returns blue

And winged creatures take flight once more.

April 30, 2022 – DRM

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Little wrens take shelter under the eaves,

While the rain drizzles and taps the roof.

The air fills with freshness from new leaves,

While a crisp breeze makes us aloof.

Run out into the rain and start to dance,

Let the drops soak our hair and skin,

Let’s get lost in our own romance,

Let’s be children unaware of original sin.

Let’s bloom again into beautiful flowers,

All the while enjoying spring showers.

April 26, 2022 – DRM

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Finding Joy

A sweet little fairy drifts along the flowers,

Enjoying the lilies blooming by the lake.

Her doe eyes flutter as she watches birds.

A smile so wide no one could fake.

Streams of light catch in her wings

As she takes flight with the butterflies

She can’t help but start to sing

The deer looks up, pauses and sighs.

Her song just shows so much glee,

But, see, our little sprite is way off key!

April 25, 2022 – DRM

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A little imp frolicked in the forest,

Playing in the babbling stream,

bouncing across the rocky shore,

Not a care in the world on his shoulders.

He flirted with the butterflies,

Batting his big but not bashful eyes,

And danced in the streams of light.

Dance precious little imp, dance,

And enjoy your life ever more.

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Not Just a Dad

She almost grown now, more adult than child;

I remember you were nervous before she arrived;

But I knew you would be a good dad

Long before she came into your life.

Look at her now, how she has grown.

Sure, she may be a little awkward at times,

But honestly, what teenager isn’t?

So keep on guiding her, and loving her,

And watching her grow into a young lady,

Knowing you’re doing all you can

And that others know you to be

A great father and a good man.

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Eyes on fire, burning and red,

is it allergy season again?

Or too much screen time,

Work continuing, never ending?

She longs for an overdue escape

Somewhere outdoors, disconnected,

Mountains, lake, or beach, anywhere

Anywhere fresh air can bring relief.

Hopefully a respite arrives soon,

Or she shall go mad in this endless cycle.

April 22, 2022 – DRM