IT’S THE SEASON

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IT’S THE SEASON

The petals fall fast and furious.

The bare trees watch the fallen.

Limbs shivering in the coming cold.

Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.

As seasons come and go.

Yearning for their lost children.

They lift scraggly arms to the sky.

Prayers will soon be answered,

As seasons come and go.

Coats of white land on their branches.

Night falling all too soon.

Shivers dislodge the packed ice.

Leaving them bare once again.

They lift weary eyes to the sky.

As seasons come and go.

A warm wind caresses their arms.

Eyes open to sprouting buds.

Green and pink sweaters for spring.

Their children have returned.

As seasons come and go.

 

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A PURPLE TREE

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Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

 

 

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

EYES TO THE SKY

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Invited by Ted Gore

 

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

 

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

 

THE TREE

 

 

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

BLEED PINK

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The river bleeds pink.

Low-hanging trees

drip the rich color.

Falling leaves

leave pink trails.

Childlike strokes

fingerpaint the river.

A river of neon pink.

BLUE HAZE

Leaves (by Wouter Hogendorp)

 

Feelings of softest blue.

This is how I see you.

Through a film of ice,

You appear so nice.

A reflection it is

That I can never miss.

As leaves float high,

I peer up at the sky

I still see your face

In every place.

I can feel your hot gaze

Even in this haze.

Please come back to me,

And we can float free.

QUICKSAND

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Fortune – 48″x36″x1.5″ Acrylic on Canvas

 

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.

TO BETTER DAYS

 

Take me away to better days,

To where the sun casts its bright rays.

Let the breeze ruffle through the leaves.

Better days for me, pretty please.

 

A CANOPY

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The sun peeks through

a canopy of leaves.

A blanket of flowers 

covers and protects me.

They shelter me with

their petals of pink.

Sheets of softest green

touch my skin.

The perfect spot for the weary.

 

 

THE GREEN

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The green hides inside

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night,

Growing in might.

A fine mist falls first

As trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole

By forming a deep hole.

As the fairies alight on leaves,

I need out of here, pretty please.