Light but firm
was the kiss of snow the sky gave
the dotted tops of all the brown and green.
Perhaps light firmness is seen instead of felt,
for my lips cannot recall receiving such a one.
What has impressed
upon these rose petals?
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Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.
From snow, some strong leaves
would not fall. For new buds though,
the strongest will leap.
Clustered leaves form a nest for the cloud
as I lie below, the tree’s outstretched arms
strengthened and still, waiting for the sky’s crown
to up and flit away, as I sit upon the tree’s feet
like a second weight, fragile as a burden,
heavy as royalty.
months bent sweating in the field
harvest pumpkins for a gift
given with cold final kiss
as green leaves fell down
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