• Past Peak, Crumbled Leaves
    Blow Across Brown Grass Mirroring
    All We’ve Lost or Held.

    , , ,

  • The Autumn Rains Fall
    With a Sound like Sighing and
    The End of Summer

    , ,

  • It was a Week of
    Leaves, Blazing, Falling, Scattered
    Beneath Mourning Trees

    ,

  • Outside My Window
    Trees Celebrate the Season
    And Time’s Progression

    ,

  • Among the Redwoods
    The Sunshine Dapples Across
    Time’s Melting Boundaries

    , ,

  • Watching the Tide Turn.
    Estuaries Drain, Then Fill.
    I Feel the Moon’s Tug.

    , ,

  • Stumps Line the Hillsides
    Like Tombstones of the Ancient Trees
    We Refuse to Mourn.

    , ,


  • Before or Beyond
    Random Measure or Words, Your
    Blue-Green Eyes Caught Mine

    , ,

  • With Fall’s First Apples
    I Think of My Dad, a Fine
    Country Professor

    , , ,

  • Before the Leaves Turn
    Fall Calls in the Sunlight Seen
    Through a Morning Mist

    , ,

  • Swallows Leap and Dive
    Plunging Through the Cut Grass Scent
    Behind the Mower

    ,


  • Under your blue gaze,
    All our words, all our language
    Begins a slow fade

    ,

  • I’m trying to read
    A half moon and horizon
    Fogged in Apricot

    , , ,

  • Wind and Sunshine Scours
    Trailing Clouds from Blue Sky and
    Winter from our Hearts

    , , ,

  • Let Others Count in
    Years. I Prefer Bouquets of
    Ageless Memories.

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  • Ladder in the Hall,
    Secular Hymns, Thoughts Climbing
    Beyond the Attic

    , ,
  • A Warming Winter
    Day Hints at Spring as Crow Rises
    To Hawk Crying War

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  • Winter Sunrise Tops
    Frosted Rooftops, Wraps Bare Tree
    Limbs in Warmth and Light

    , ,

  • Frozen Lake Echoes
    Winter Sunrise and Calling
    Crows On the Wing

    , , ,

  • Earlie Cat Asleep
    On my legs as I’m reading,
    A New Year’s blessing.

    , ,

  • Winter’s First Sunrise
    Across the Frosted Rooftops
    Brushed with Apricot

    , ,

  • At last the maples
    Join the chorus of colors
    On a blue sky stage

    , ,

  • Just Harvested Fields
    Look Brushed, Curried and Ready
    For Winter Stable

    , ,

  • High Clouds, Leaves and Wind
    A Good Day For Writing Prayers
    On Burning Papers

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  • A Buffalo’s Gaze,
    Warming the Morning River
    As Autumn Comes On

    , , ,

  • Along the Sidewalk
    Waiting, No Expectations,
    The Wisdom of Trees

    ,

  • Every Autumn I
    Sent Mom a bright leaf. Now She
    Rises On Their Hues

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  • Why am I Here, Now?
    To Hold Myself Hard in the
    Path of Traveling Grace.

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  • Fall’s Sudden Color
    Answers the Unasked Questions
    Of Summer’s Languor

    ,

  • This Loss Drenched Summer
    Still Holds Flickering Hope, If
    We Choose to Notice

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  • Never Again Will
    We Have Our First Summer Of
    Baseball, You And I.

    , ,

  • At This Summer’s End,
    I’m Feeling a Teenager’s
    Wistful Ennui


  • Her Owl’s Wings Stir the
    Magic in Summer Nights and
    Our Slumbering Hearts

    See the story of the making of “Take Flight” on Juliette Crane’s blog

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  • On July’s Last Day
    Fall’s High Horse Tail Clouds Stream South
    Like an Advanced Guard

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  • Memories Rise on
    A Ripe Avocado’s Scent.
    Florida, Lunch, and Mom

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  • Take off. Then Snapshots
    Of Home Through the Clouds, The Present
    Receding to Past

    , , ,

  • Blessed by Holy Light
    Each Anniversary An
    Eternal New Bloom

    , , ,

  • I hear the voices
    On a summer’s evening
    Of those who’ve left us

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  • Winter Remembered
    White Crab Apple Blossoms Drift
    Across the Sidewalk

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  • Farmsteads Scattered Like
    Promises Across Plowed Fields
    To Blurred Horizons

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  • How the Best Justice
    Recalls Sorrow, a Balance
    Regained but not Love

    , ,
  • Davi Dohm 1975-2011


    A Death in Springtime
    Un-summoned and Whispering
    Too Soon… Too soon…

    Chasing Comets with Davi – 2013

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  • Each spring, year on year,
    We’re surprised and delighted
    By every new bloom

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  • What Is It About
    Wind Riffling Open Water
    That Suggests Essence

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  • Knowing Better, But
    Still Wanting Open Water
    In Early April

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  • In Full Lizard Mode,
    Soaking up the Sun on a
    Bench in the Garden

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  • Brown Grass Peeks Through Snow
    Bare Tree Limbs Etch Deep Blue Sky
    Early Spring’s First Signs

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  • I Heard Winter’s End
    In the Night’s Passing Sigh of
    Tires on Rain Slicked Roads

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  • Knife Knock Knock Knocking
    Cutting Board, Bananas Sliced to
    Full Moons for Pancakes

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  • Even in Latest
    Winter, Weary is Hard to
    Hold In Black and White.

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