Poetry
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Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October air feels Cool against my face.
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Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the sun has seen, Things the moon will mourn, Until every soul has passed Away and been Reborn. How can human tongue,…
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Near Eden
Water cupped in my two hands Bears the rich taste of the land. Paths that loved me brought me here: Eden must be near. Maybe when I’ve breathed my last, When what I know of earth has passed, I will wander, light and free, Underneath this canopy. I drink. The water’s fresh and clean, And…
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Let the Land Rest
Why are you afraid to feel The yearly sleep of winter, When there’s frost-scent in the air And leaves from the trees splinter? Have you never longed to curl up Underneath a quilt, After a long day of toil Caused your soul to wilt? Wasn’t it the sweetest rest When you could move no more?…
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Butterfly
Trap a butterfly In the wood. It would fly away, If it could. It too longs to Spread its wings, Hearing what the Season sings. It fades into The sky above. Learn what it can Say of love. Where’s it going? Why was it made? Will its colors Ever fade?
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Leisure Time
Let’s sit in the Wood for hours. All our tasks at home can wait. I’ll point out the pretty flowers, While you talk to me of fate. My struggle, I must confess, Is living life to a strict law: Checking tasks off of a list, Seeking a day without flaw. The real flaw is to…
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On Love
Let not your heart be parted To be placed in strangers’ hands, Because hearts are fragile; They will break in loveless lands. You’ll find out who loves you When your heart they do not steal. Seeing you become so frail, They will help you heal. If one day your heart insists On care from someone…
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A Star
An old clock ticks; It’s half-past one. Above, a Star Sees everyone. The broken souls On streets below Have found no cure, No place to go. The old clock has Not known a night When Star has turned Away her sight. Stirred by pity At human fright, She breaks the fog To shine her light.
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Twirl
Twirl with me; I’m dressed As if I had died Years ago. Memories will Wrap around us Like rolls of Fine silk. You can never Know for sure Where our old waltz Could go. Wear your gloves And we shall trot; See the moon? Pale as milk! Twirl with me: This music Follows you If…
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Grandmas
Great love helps a plant grow strong. Her children can withstand the storms Of life when tears become the song And there is much to mourn. Great love gives fire to a hearth When winter nights are long and bleak. She’s nurturing the growing earth, Comforting the weak. Great love—she’s an ocean wide, The deepest…
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Forest is Dying
Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is sighing. Where can I go where My wood isn’t dying? Shadows are stretching; Perhaps I was lying. Here I will stay,…
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Flowers In My Hair
I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still, I look around and see The Green is ever there. Let me dream that things can stay, Even after a farewell.…
Mariella Hunt & the Tearoom 