Where the Wind Blows

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I ache, like the fallen tree before me.

These farming fields so…solemn, soulful and, slightly…alone.

Peace is here.

It is in the catching of our breath.

Flying on gusts for a thousand miles.

I could find the unity…

If, the terrain, and I, were all that is left.

It has been windy here.

Seems…for a whole life.

Perhaps, that is what feeds a New England appetite.

 

Mother Nature’s Waiting Room

 See your life as a gift from the great unknown.
And your task is to receive it.

Mary Chapin Carpenter

Mother Nature’s Waiting Room

Life begins old…out north.

From the furthest reaches of…

a farmer’s market

to

stoic granite.

Blistering exhibitions for ‘a party of one’ along forsaken scenic byways.

Hamlets of unknown origin…where glances are given sideways.

There is a fidgety kind of tenderness that keeps people here.

A tactile divergence from urbane fears.

The land?

…A close family member.

The burden of it?

A love letter…ever so dear.

 

 

 

Someone Else’s Air

Could never have imagined where this shaggy road would lead.

Where would our little self-centered world…be without the unique grief

…we unleash?

Lonely pines, so precious when well-adjusted.

Yet,

nothing but mere specks in someone else’s air…when parted.

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I dare-say,

we are all maiden voyagers…sight’s unseen.

Not a one of us asking for…what has been given…

in the dirtiest of snow-white dreams.

 

Where the Wind Blows

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I ache, like the fallen tree before me.

These farming fields so…solemn, soulful and, slightly…alone.

Peace is here.

It is in the catching of our breath.

Flying on gusts for a thousand miles.

I could find the unity…

If, the terrain, and I, were all that is left.

It has been windy here.

Seems…for a whole life.

Perhaps, that is what feeds a New England appetite.

 

Sublime Consultation

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Her eyes, windows of silent remorse.

And, 

as a matter of sublime consultation,

she gave reflection to daughters, of course.

The outsourced meandering gave creed to reckless abandonment and misdeeds.

NO harness had been allotted…no one wished to take the lead.