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silent woods
how lonely the woods
that sing only silent songs
from summer to spring
life of soil
where death turns to life
and all things are made anew
beneath our feet
becoming
little idea
if only you could become
the shuffle of feet
journey
the end of the road
is only the beginning
of something unknown
night watcher
he watches the stars
above the bright city lights
as they fade from night
nature of nature
for all i have learned
a small flower in a field
i pause and wonder
winter solace
the earth breathes deeply
only the sounds of snowflakes
hanging in the air
known unknowns
the river i know
every stone, shadow, and flow
until the breeze blows
stardust
mysterious life
just particles in spacetime
briefly intertwined
passerby
the leaf fell gently
among a crowd of people
lost in the shuffle
stargazers
we gazed at the light
of stars that died long ago
with endless questions
tranquility
i have found nothing
that surpasses the quiet
beauty of nature
nature of time
you are my dear friend
and my greatest enemy
still and still moving
summer's flight
fly summer snowflakes
far far from familiar skies
as the wind rises
solemn song
the wounded raven
resting by the rising moon
sings a final tune
nature of beauty
something beautiful
landed on my windowsill
and soon flew away
old friend
tree standing alone
bowing under heavy snow
together we grow
small infinities
the tender beauty
of a single ray of light
moves the darkest nights
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nature of impermanence
as the river flows
so all that once was will go
this is all i know
fleeting masterpiece
snow sparkles like gold
on a canvas road to home
each step a brush stroke
skipping stones
our lives in motion
all these unseen connections
rippling across time
dreamer
i heard the ocean
in the pages of a book
and sailed, sailed away
autumn waves
listless little leaf
i saw you make a ripple
that spread beyond view
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nature of creating
just words and pictures
longing to be so much more
breathing in and out
nowhereland
the snow flowers grow
where spring never comes nor goes
and time moves alone
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final flight
the brisk autumn breeze
chases the last of the leaves
into the dark night
sweet symphony
life in spring renews
as the trees dance with colors
i have only dreamed