December Mood

(C) R.L.K.

Again the night comes,
sodden with winter. The light
from a streetlamp falls
on the old snow heaped beside
the curb. Clouds loiter above.

Time And Sentiment

(C) R.L.K.

Broken clouds float through
a pale blue sky. We're
into autumn now,
a sad old story:
cold winds, crumpled leaves
to come.
               But for now,
some warmth remains, and
all the young birch trees
beside the river
glimmer whitely in
the soft light of an
October morning.

Just This Morning

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A pale sun over
the willows at the water's
edge; a wind so slow
it can't part leaf from leaf: so
faintly has this day begun.

It So Happens

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Bright sunlight streams through
the gaps in a broken fence
after a hard rain;
from a nearby gnarled tree
a small bird begins to sing.

As If - And When

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For a long moment
the dusk, which has been drifting
lower, seems to pause
while the curved oak trees form strange
silhouettes against the sky

Mere Poetry (Syllables for Spring)

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The simple act of
noticing something:
the sound of a breeze
through the gauzy green
trees, or the way a
small patch of sunlight
has been lingering
on my front porch this
April afternoon.

For Now

(C) R.L.K.

Winter lingers. The old paths

are useless now, obscured by

fallen snow. No one comes or

goes beneath the leafless trees.

So we wait, in a world at

pause, just as spring is waiting
on the far side of the clouds.

Afar

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now

in winter,      a sadness

from some-

where;

              see it

in the

slow,

or no-flow

of the river /    hear it

in the surging

of the wind

that is
urging you home