In the face of snow
Winter bearing down
The forest thrives
In the winter ice
Giving life
Well under the ground
In a moment of doubt
I take heed from the trees
That have no leaves
In the depth of
Winter
Resilient
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Ebullient
Ebullient
The times of the year
When Thanksgiving
Rolls around
Over the fallen leaves
And the fall sun
The days of life
That are lived
To just be happy
To just be
Labyrinthine
The labyrinthine of
Mind
Time
And
Time
Again
The complications of human life
Lived through days
On this earth
Woven in the fabric of
Experiences
One can only try to understand
So we exist
Not knowing all
But learning to know
Each other
Division
The divides
Magnified
By lies
But when the truth
Is spoken
In a hushed town
The sails are left
Empty
For the truth
Does not need to hide
The lies
Have to avoid the
Exposure
To our eyes
Ephemeral
The fleeting sand
Moving through the timepiece of life
Life is simply
Ephemeral
Taking the time that I have
And using it
With a certain fire to stoke
As the world spins
Around
I find the hope
Of a fleeting glance
Serendipity
Is it a pre ordained sequence
Or a type of chemistry
That plays out
When the light
Hits a certain
Curb
In my eyes
That I remember a previous time
The serendipity
In that connection I feel
Close to the
Life that I live
New York City
How long has it been
Since I have smelled the roasting
Chestnuts
In the square
Taking in the lights
As the night approaches
The city I remember
Every ounce of living
On those streets
I miss what I knew
At a time when
City life
Was for
Me and you
North Carolina
A place of such
Rich landscape
The hushing breeze
And grassy fields
Under a sky of silk
Woven feathers
Bright and blooming
As the flowers come through
The mountains
Hold you tight
As they always do
In the state of North Carolina
You feel as fresh
As the morning dew
Petrichor
The new earth
Releases the petrichor’s
A feeling
After the long drought
As the damp
Water falls on the parched
Earth
I smell the must
Of water
Into the
Sky
Amidst
The worry of the
Dry
The set in water
Eases the earth
Back into life
The Liner
The water is full
Of the movement
From west to east
Slowly rolling over
The waves
Coming at the shore
The birds float above the water
In a strong wind
That holds them still in their
Flight
I hold my breathe as the
Cold wind
Comes against my face
As the liner sits
Out in the grips
Of the water
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