Apple
A seed, planted in fertile soil,
grows roots and reaches for the heavens,
swells with knowledge,
and dispenses wisdom.
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The bridge
coffee,
tea and biscuits,
dinner and a movie,
long kisses under the moonlight,
the bed.
Severe storm
Dark skies
and heavy air…
A storm is rolling in
and I am helpless beneath the
thunder.
Gravel
The sound of pebbles
embracing and wishing to
be mountains once more.
Resonance
An echoing song
Undulates through the darkness
Manifesting worlds
Approaching a stopping point
“Red means stop
and green means go”
except in love
where red-hot passion
scorches summer nights
and leaf-green lovers
sputter out of gear.
Gossip
Careless words
from eager lips
ruin friendships
with their slips.
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Weathered
Cowboy,
your calloused hands
with their wrinkles and scars
like a gnarled old oak tree who
survived.
Petals
Bit by bit
the world falls.
Then winter comes
and frosts the roots.
A (wise) man of two faces 