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    Over the Last Ridge
    And Into the Valley I’ve
    Come to Know as Home

    I know All the Ways
    The Light Falls, Where the Creeks Run,
    When the Breezes Rise

    Come Now, Walk With Me
    The Few Steps to My Front Door
    To Be Welcomed In

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    Almost Suspended,
    Time Lingers Above the Fields
    Covered In New Snow
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    An Almost Blank Slate,
    Gray Sky, Over Snowy Fields,
    Sunlight on Far Hills
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  • Breathing Solitude
    A Lone Tree Stands Quiet Watch
    As Time Passes By

    Mountain Meadow

    From “A Forest Symphony” a collaboration of music, photography, and haiku with Joe Rosenfield and Michele Gast

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    Beneath the Eaves of
    My Neighbor’s House, Echoes of
    Blue Sky and Sunlight
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    A Construction Site,
    Cyclone Fence by the Sidewalk,
    Four Old Men, Watching

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  • The Mountain Meadow
    A Green, Spring Joy Beneath Slopes
    In Blue White Repose

    Mountain Meadow

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  • Sweet Potato Vine,
    Dark Red Like Blood, Glistening,
    This Wet, Grey Fall Day

    Red Leaf

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    An Autumn Sunrise
    Draws Precise Rooftop Shadows
    With a Bright White Frost
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  • Every New Blossom,
    Full of Hope and Joy, Recalls
    Blooms That Came Before
    flower bud

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  • Dancing in the Wind
    A Frond of Grass, Liquid In
    The Sun, Turned To Me
    Storm

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  • Sunlight Filters Through
    Tall Grass Fronds Like Soft Fingers
    Through A Lover’s Hair

    Storm

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  • Ready for Harvest
    A Field of Corn, A Silo
    Dancers, Poised and Paired
    Storm

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    A Sudden Memory
    A Time I Was So Different
    And So Much The Same
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    Listen to the Trees
    Speak Time, Every Leaf and Limb,
    All the Roots and Reach
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  • Even on the Shore
    The Fishing Boat Still Recalls
    The Storm Tossed Waters
    Storm
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  • Another Dawn

     

     

     

     

     

     
     

     

     

     

     

     

    A Year of Sunlight
    On August Fields, Aged Like Wine
    Ripe, Luscious, and Full

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    The Sound of the Wind
    Tumbling Though the Tree Tops
    And The Day’s Last Light

    The Rising Chorus
    Of Crickets From Just Beyond
    The Reach of Porch Lights

    The Feathered Whisper
    Overhead as Silent Geese
    Head Home Through The Dark

    The Earth is Breathing
    In and Out as We Count Days
    And Years, Bits and Bytes

    The Earth is Breathing
    In and Out, Inviting Us
    Along, In and Out

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  • Another Dawn
    The Valleys Slumber
    While Hilltops Rise Above
    To Greet the Morning

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  • Celebration
    So Cold It’s Almost
    Frozen, But the River Leaps to
    Celebrate Motion
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  • On the Porch Waiting
    Then One Raindrop, Then Many
    Watch the Rain and Breathe

  • Earlie Cat Eats Bugs
    On The Front Porch, New Grasses
    Settle Into Pots

    Evening Colors Stretch
    Across the Sky, Lingering,
    As if Melting Time

    Spring Becomes Summer
    Brushing Our Senses Gently
    As a Lover’s Touch
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  • All the Rippling Green
    Of Tree Tops. A Summer’s Breeze
    Flows Through the Landscape
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  • Standing on a Hill
    A Sunny Spring Morning After
    A Nighttime Rainfall

    To the Horizon
    All is Blue and Green and Light
    Clear Edges, New Growth

    Drawn in Memory
    In History Yet to Be
    With Hope and Longing
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  • The First Day of Spring
    Rain Softens the Horizon
    Earth Breathes Quietly
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  • As if Opposites
    Attract, Nature Paints in Contrasts
    Pulling in Our Gaze

    Freeze and Flow Winter
    To Spring, Then Summer and Fall,
    The Rolling Seasons

    The Light and Shadow
    Of Every Passing Moment
    Still Life in Motion

    And We Cannot Look
    Away, As One Thing Becomes
    Another and Returns

    Rock and Water, Earth
    And Air, Nature Sings Harmony
    And we are Transformed
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  • Through Storms End, Deep Snow,
    To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
    All Through the Winter

    A Quacking, Flapping
    Urgency of Ducks rises, flees.
    The Red-Tailed Hawk Stays

    He Makes Eye Contact
    A Glance Over His Shoulder
    And Tail Feathers Shake

    He Raises His Wings
    As If Stretching and Rises,
    Floating Into Air

    Effortless, He Glides
    By, Holding My Eye, Watching
    Silent, Moving, Still

    One Circle, Then Two
    I am appraised. He is not
    Afraid or Impressed

    So He Turns His Head
    And Slides Away, Mystery
    Above the Deep Snow

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  • Deep Snow, Breaking Trail,
    Snowshoes and Poles Creak Like The
    Calls of Sandhill Cranes
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  • All Our History
    Is Shared. Each of Us Wants It
    Unique, Ours Alone

    We turn to Glory
    And Away from Blood Until
    We are Overwhelmed

    Taken by the Chaos
    Of Forgotten Memory
    And We Cannot Breathe

    As That Memory
    Weaves our Shared Tapestry More
    True than Any Fact

    Full of Glory and
    Our Bloody Hands, Survived By
    Our Forgiving Hearts

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  • Every Garden is
    A Story Teller. Be Still
    Listen, Watch, Be Blessed

  • Remembering Kent State


    Now Fifty Years On
    We Still Argue in Guns and
    Violence and Hatred

    Will We Never Learn
    To Answer With Something More,
    Different, Beautiful?

    Trade Violence For Calm, EBA44E1D-6C98-44AA-B668-022BCC530B2C
    Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
    More than Blood and Breath

    A New Kind of World,
    Not One Gone All Blind In a
    Furious Eye for Eye

    Salvation Is Ours,
    Found Only With Gentle Hands
    Open Hearts, and Time

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  • After the Harvest
    Trees and Sunrise Stripe Bare Fields
    Like Bengal Tigers
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  • At Thirty Below
    The Landscape Distills Color
    And Light to Still Life
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  • Sunrise, Like Footlights
    Before the Curtain Rises,
    On the Forest’s Edge
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  • Colors in the Sky,
    Blues, Corals, Seen Only When
    Chilled Earth Whispers Fog
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  • Tipping Towards That
    Longest Night, Even the Air
    Seems White and Frosted

    But Still, Sunset Lights
    The Clouds In the Soft Colors
    Of Longer Journeys

    And This Sunrise Drapes
    The Landscape in a Warm Light
    Gentle as Fine Lace

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  • Chilled Autumn Mornings
    Gathered Flocks of Sandhill Cranes
    And Ice Veneered Ponds
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  • Fall Dawn Draws the Sky
    And Fields in Tones of Rising
    Opportunity
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  • From Every Marsh and
    Swale Mist Wafts Across the Fields
    On Fall’s Softest Breath
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  • Before Dawn, Stoplights
    Flash, Late August Skies Repeat
    Fall’s Coral Rumors
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  • Sunrise Pours Like Lava
    Between the Fractured Clouds and
    Roadside Pools Shine Fire
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  • This Summer Morning
    Mist Floats In Shadows on the
    Corn, Whispering Fall
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  • The Best History
    Is Never Written in the
    Cries of Small Children


  • Raw Time Coursing Through
    Limbs of Trees, Corn Stalks. Green Now
    Tinged Golden Later
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  • Wheat, A Single Field,
    Among the Corn and Beans, Gold
    Amid Emeralds

  • The White Barn Looks West
    Sunrise Lights Its Broad Back Wall
    Above the Green Fields
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  • A Morning Mist Floats
    Among the Trees A Sacred
    Text of Earth and Sky
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  • This Winter Morning
    The Sun Rises Through Pale Clouds
    A Gentle Promise
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  • And Just Before Dawn
    Palest Coral, Soft Blue Grey
    Frozen in the Sky
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  • Across the Cooling
    Marsh, Grassy Plumes Silvering
    In the Sun Lit Breeze
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