Monthly Archives: March 2014

THE WORLD CREAKS OPEN

The world opens up with each new sun each circling moon each year’s change season– All of this is crucial, but sometimes we’ve got to wait to find the how or why or where or what before the opening appears … Continue reading

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SPRINGTIME WILD AND RIOTOUS

Springtime so wild and riotous– now sun, now cloud, now rain, or even snow. .. out I go to get a little piece of it.

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NO NO YES YES

No no! That’s not the way my life should go. . . so much no so much to know maybe I can just give no a rest. . . and accept each and every way in which I’m blest and … Continue reading

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THE SILENCE BEFORE THE RAIN

The heavy tension of the silence before the downbeat march of rain with lengthy, solid lead extension of the pitter-patter vibrance against my window pane, as the sky that’s finally grayed squeezes out some needed moisture a little dryness, with … Continue reading

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THE EQUINOX OF CHEW

Good morning, Chipper Chewsday Chums!– I am now up to break my fast. . . and listen for each and every spring time thing, awake, astir in my surroundings, all the life that blossoms out or flits and flies or … Continue reading

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SPRING LOOKS AHEAD

Spring sundown-dusk comes brisk but not so quick as whip of whisk to mix the hot Yule Nog, It foresees the linger and the langor +++++ of a late sunset +++++ that will await +++++ the ready campfire logs +++++ … Continue reading

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LIFE’S CURVY TIGER STRIPES

Life’s rarely only black or white, it’s more often swerved and curved and texture mixed like the wild flanks whose skin’s the furry tiger stripe. . . and sometimes it’s illusive like the floating mist by sunlight kissed that forms … Continue reading

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