HAIKU
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Navajo elder
and I— spoke with brilliant eyes—
my tongue sat silent
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Whispering colors
beyond the stained-glass windows
Falling leaves settle
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Aurora crackling…
trilling sounds pierce the curtain.
Sandhill Crane redeye.
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Daylily Glory
Brevity of a full life—
Exalted giving
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Falling through this world
forgetting to catch myself—
I glimpse forever
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THE ORIENT
The Orient was the place of his birth. His eyes would burn through
me like the early morning light reaching from the land of the rising sun.
His scales were countless like the stars twinkling in the night sky.
I could hear his stories echoing deep in my heart, ringing like wind
chimes hanging high in the sky. I listened for his voice every day.
It seemed to me he was the wisest of dragons. His claws would grasp my heart,
his piercing eyes looked straight through me. He spoke;
“I only tell stories to dragons I once knew.”
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TOUCHED BY SNOW
A small girl on a frozen pond… skates in hand.
A small pond… trees nearby… snow is falling.
A bench to put on her skates.
A twinkle in her eye.
Touched by the wind on her face.
Spinning… spinning… spinning.
Snowflakes are falling.
Together, a picture.
A young woman kneels near the ice.
Her eyes catch the eyes of a small girl there.
Spinning… spinning…
She feels the presence of eyes upon her.
An old woman sits on the bench.
Her thoughts drift…
Eyes twinkle behind closed lids.
Painting pictures in the snow.
A small girl arrives… she sits on an empty bench.
Snowflakes fall.
She looks over a frozen pond… trees nearby.
A gust of wind… snowflakes spinning.
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INTO THE NIGHT
A falling star
landed in my heart last night
after traveling through
a canopy of forever.
Like a final note, striking
in a silent symphony,
hanging brilliantly
throughout the night.
I too, like a falling star,
will eventually let go
knowing deep within my heart
She will catch my last tear.
And though my spirit yearns
to soar among the stars…
and hears the call
“Come home…”
“Come home.”
I know the hardest thing
I ever will do…
is take that final, forever
step,
into the night.
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