Winter Shades

Winter Shades

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My Spring thoughts

Came in the late days of Summer,

And now Winter shades

Even the golden rays of Autumn.

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There Always Comes A Time

There Always Comes A Time

                                                           

There always comes a time

To break camp,

To douse the dwindled flame

And load the wagon.
No parting word or sign,
Only scattered ashes
And wagon tracks

Heading toward the next row of hills...

Where waits beyond,

Another morning meadow
Newly cast in green,

With wild flowers filled.

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Train

Train

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Time is a train of days,

Carloads of used moments speeding by,

Another and another and another,

Clickety-clacking over a cliff

Tumbling to an abyss of yesterdays.

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Ten Million Years

Ten Million Years

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Will this mountain stone

Where now I rest facing the eastern sky,

In ten million years

Still warm to a rising sun,

Will the meadow flowers in Springtime bloom,

The white puffed clouds still drift a sea of blue,

Will the rivers flow with waters clear,

Will the son of man still be here?

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Finding

Finding

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 Time will wash its whiteness

Across the colors of our pain,

And fade in pale shadows

The pleasings that we've known,

And rob the gains we've gathered

In our private stores,

And ware to scattered sands

Our carvings made of stone,

But love will last of all,

The simple finding for our hearts

A home.

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Merry-Go-Round

Merry-Go-Round

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I see a child filled with joy

On a playground swing;

I see an old man lost and alone,

A city street for a home;

And I wonder why

More is lost than found

On this Merry-go-round.

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Day End

Day End

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 A billion years I have come

To see the lights and forms

Of the cosmic sea,

To feel the breath of particles in motion,

The heat of elements burning...

The day end rushes out to sea

From the western land edge,
Pulling darkness across the eastern sky.

I watch from the shoreline,

Unable to follow,

Unable to stop the lights decline.

I would hold on to this day,

Forestall another moment leaving,

Another diminishment.
But there is no hold to grasp

On the end of a day,

On the fade of the light.

And so I watch

As Time, the destroyer of moments,

Ticks down to another ending,
And the great giver of light descends
Behind a wall of darkening gray.

It does not pause,

Does not wait for dreams and wishes

To come true,
Nor care for the plans we pursue.

So many days have fallen
To the darkening sea...

I wonder how many are yet to be
As now the shadows lengthen,

And the darkness

Enfolds on me.

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