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The coming of autumn
I woke up one morning
to crisp air and leaves
the color of sunsets,
shades of red, yellow, and orange,
standing out against summer's last breath,
hues of green blending with autumn's sparks, -
Sunsets
SunsetsAre they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders?
Are they the end of a day, the end of a life?
Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light?
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Just the Wind
When lying in your bed one night,
outside, you heard the howls,
and the shrieks,
and the whispers,
and so scared you were,
that you walked on down, -
The Poem of the Night
The stars were above us,
the soft earth below, and the fireflies, flitting to and fro',
as we sang our song, traipsing through the woods,
casting shadows, long and low,
in the moonlight, like a blanket, -
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The Forest Has Been Here
The Forest has always been here.
It was here as the native people of this land came,
foraging, hunting, taking only what they needed.
Here when the Europeans came,
bringing hate, devastation, destruction.
Loves
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Medicine
The wood is lush and dappled with light,
the first April flowers poking out of the ground, snow
melting under my bare feet.
The ache of you digs into my chest like a sharpened blade,
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Our landmine.
Our landmine.
Love is like a landmine,
A moment of retreat,
And it causes you to meet
A shattering end.
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Woodland Grove
And your dark, knotted hair falls,
trailing along and settling
in the crevice of collarbone,
ravine of spine,
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Counting to 17
When I turned 17, it was synonymous with the beginning of the end.
It felt like landing in the jaws of a
hungry,
hungry wolf
that would maul me to pieces.
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Let the Light In
I dream to drink the sky,
it would taste so sweet,
a sea of blue and stars
and everything in between.
If we are all
just droplets,
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New Sweet Griefs
Nasturtium (crystalized in spring frost,
even after the sun has wiped the teary sky)
who is unaccompanied and stationery.