spring

her mind has become a leaf

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her mind has become a leaf

each spring
as the sun melts the remnants
of winter’s last storm
a budding though trickles in
sprouting greener than any other

in the summer
that thought flourishes
soaking up the sun and
provides a cool place
for others to lay

but as the heat strengthens
those leaves dry and become brittle
but she doesn’t mind
because she loves the reds and oranges
that surround her

in fact

she can’t think of anything she loves more

when finally
short days are followed by cool nights
and the wind knocks loose the leaves
her mind rests peacefully
knowing this cycle is vital to her survival

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the sun is hidden – a haiku

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the sun is hidden

behind full darkening clouds

distant thunder rolls

 

rain falls heavily

splashing puddles grow larger

the sky is now black

 

trees sway in the breeze

a limb scratches my window

a ghost of the past

 

will the darkness end?

will the sun ever come back out?

I long for its warmth

mother nature is confused

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mother nature is confused

 

pounding rains

lighting strikes through the sky

cloudy and sunny at the same time

snow swirls bouncing off the glass as it turns to hail

clouds of dust so dense the world becomes brown

 

in what seems like the changing and clashing of the seasons

five minutes has passed

 

but one ray of light shines brighter than the rest

casting the rain, snow, and wind in a shadow so dark they crumple

and fall into the ground

 

as the sun gains energy

mother nature is at ease

all is still

when you went away the world got darker

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when you went away the world got darker

a sheet of gray draped in your place

my heart frozen

a future without you seemed dreadful

 

it went on that way for months

whenever I looked you were gone

at times I caught you lingering

but you were too far away

 

your warmth couldn’t reach me

the coldness in my heart

spread to the tips of my fingers and toes

spreading to the world around me

 

the ground became colder with each step

or so it seemed

clouds came and went

but no matter how bright the world got

 

the warmth I so longed for couldn’t be found

 

but one day you came back

I could not only see you

but feel you as well

your warmth radiated inside my soul

 

melted the ice that had held me in place

brought me back to life

 

and I realized that our lives go in cycles

 

people come and go

just as the seasons come and go

just as life comes and go

 

but we can’t keep wondering

about the whens hows and what ifs

we must make of life what we can

and let the warmth of those around us radiate inside our souls

the tree in the meadow is my friend

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the tree in the meadow is my friend

 

during the spring its new (l)(e)(a)(v)(e)(s)

protect me from the rain

we watch the flowers bloom

and the fields turn green

 

during the summer its long, sinewy branches and leaves

protect me from the scorching sun

while we read an old tattered book

or try to write one

 

during the fall my friend begins to lose its leaves

at the end of one branch

a lone, red (leaf) hangs

waiting to fall off

I watch it carefully

holding on to the thought

that it will never fall off

 

but it does

 

and during the winter

it stands tall but lonely

our friendship weakens

if only briefly

until the cold air starts to turn warm