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Roadside Wildflowers

I hope the stars

Always twinkle for you.

I hope the flowers

Always bloom for you.


I hope the sun

Always shines for you.

I hope the moons 

Always bright for you.


I hope the sunset 

Is always your favorite color.

I hope your ocean’s 

waves are always calm. 


I hope your river

Always runs true. 

I hope the rain 

Never lasts too long. 



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Arden Hall Magic


Arden Hall Magic

I met a friend by an old Oak tree,
Remember me? He smiled his smile,
I could not walk on by,

We sat on murky mushroomed ground,
Craned our necks out high,
To a solid old oak tree,
Now taller than the sky,

All around us lay its fruits,
In greens and oak deep browns,
As they had done all those years before
Broken branches coaxing them down,

Our offspring pla...

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a vacuous gunmetal dervish spins
column of swirled perdition
howls like Bedlam let
loose foundations
yanked uprooted–
–stare deep in
its eyeless
last face,

streamers of graphite sky curl down
like monstrous wiry arms
war of the world
deceptive in

insanely steady its fickle
course, this berserker balls
voracious with revolving
maw inhales...

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Autumn's Last Leaf

Today's poem is brought to you by the letter F!



Hanging on in there

From green to golden red

Delicately fixed

By an axil thread

Then freed of

This fusion

By a forceful breeze

Moment  arrived

To flee from

It's tree

Fluttering past

Admiring glances

The final show

So now it 


Then falls to

The ground

Having proved

All it's worth


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Side By Side

Nature creeps in

And Asks For 

It's Space

It's Place

Beside us

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The trees are flesh made.

 Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,

Skeletal fingers lacing outward

For the heavens.


A multiplicity of fungal greens

That curl and sway about the breeze.

The trees are flesh made,

Blood racing within barcomulch veins

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