GIVING RISE
Infinite green leaves burst over night
From buds that formerly held tight
Generous new life sprung into spring
A southern breeze; branches swing
Angled axis solar spasm
Induction protoplasm
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December’s Darkness
December gray
Especially today
Winter’s come
Too soon for some
As silver clouds pall
There’s mourning for all
A time of season to stay
December’s darkness the way
Deep under loam
From comfort of home
The storm will not stall
Certain wrest to befall
Winter’s night must prevail
As weather proceeds under sail
A breath and a moan
Some left all alone
December has come
No safe harbour from
Winter’s shadow uncloaked
Human emotions evoked
The gray fades to black
With a cold, cold wrack
Winter’s darkness has come
Too soon for some
With and without
A scholarly tome.
Gone Missing
The fog creeps through the wood
As a violet dusk envelopes the day.
Graceful and unearthly, felicitous.
The trees turn bleak then black,
With a subtle swaggering posture.
As the sky becomes smoky
Twigs, then branches disappear;
Gone missing, in the night’s darkness.
While Robbie Rabbit and Carol Cottontail
Recovered and rested and reflected;
Above ground, outside the rabbit hole, a storm brewed.
Frankie The Fox speculated, Petey the Possum desired,
Buddy the Boar rooted up much of the meadow,
Waynie the Water Buffalo ate away at all that was green.
While Debbie Ducks consumed all the clover that could be seen.
