About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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Winter Solstice Sunshine
Later today your Mother will come with me
while I show her your special spot.
The sun lingers a moment
on those fallen bluff rocks
the shortest day (longest night).
The cabin we built in our mind
has you stoking a fire
too chilly yet for morels above the waterfall
where you shared the spirit of the ten point buck.
For like the year you left us for now
Beautiful Child,that year too as today
spring solstice had passed before
the longest night began.
That short winter day we sat together and shared dreams
the sun lingered as we broke bread.
a memory that warms me still
if only too briefly.
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Thank you for caring. Phil
Winter Solstice Sunshine
Later today your Mother will come with me
while I show her your special spot.
The sun lingers a moment
on those fallen bluff rocks
the shortest day (longest night).
The cabin we built in our mind
has you stoking a fire
too chilly yet for morels above the waterfall
where you shared the spirit of the ten point buck.
For like the year you left us for now
Beautiful Child,that year too as today
spring solstice had passed before
the longest night began.
That short winter day we sat together and shared dreams
the sun lingered as we broke bread.
a memory that warms me still
if only too briefly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you for caring. Phil
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