• Snow Drifts Breaking Blue
    Over the Cliff’s Edge As If
    Distilled From Pure Sky

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  • Winter Winds Painted
    In the Drifts Trailing Fence Posts
    Along the Covered Fields

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  • Winter Sun Seen Through
    An Eagle’s Spread Tail Feathers
    Snow Carried Aloft

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  • Sanded Country Roads,
    Like Lost Paths in Leafless Woods,
    Revealed by the Snow

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  • Sunrise Softens Night’s
    Geometry Into My
    Neighborhood Skyline

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  • Winter’s the Season
    When Sky Holds All the Colors
    Above White and Brown

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  • Great Uncle Harry’s History


    Watching Farms and Fields,
    Forests and Sky Passing By
    Whispering Meaning

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  • Lt. Col. Paul J. Finken and Family


    Thankful For Soldiers
    And All Who Do Their Duty
    Uniformed Or Not.

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  • January Thaw
    Fog Mutes Calling Birds, Pale Sun
    I’m Left Wanting More

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  • The Art of Making
    Breakfast Before She’s Awake
    A Whispering Wisk

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  • Bare Tree Limbs, Fresh Snow
    And Apricot Sunrise Paint
    Old Lace on Blue Skies

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  • Just Before Sunrise
    The Season’s First Real Snow Sounds
    Like Nature’s Heartbeat

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  • To Three Cats, Three plates
    Chime Supper On the Tile Floor
    And They Come Running

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  • Rough Cutting Art Mats
    The Knife’s Rasping Call Scores My
    Heart Like Monks Chanting

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  • A November Sun
    Paints My Street the Color of
    Faded History

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  • Against the Rising
    Sun, Bare Tree Limbs Beneath Clouds
    Hammered in Gold-leaf

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  • Autumn’s Drama Makes
    It hard to Hold That It’s Just
    The Passage of Time


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  • 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

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  • 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

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

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

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

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

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

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  • 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

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

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  • 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

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  • 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.

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  • 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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