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Just knowing that it has not changed,In its essence,One of the few precious things that continues,Though the Who, What, Where, of itAdjusts.It remains..
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(Orb-weavers are spiders.
We all spin our own stories..)
Orb-weaver appears, suspended in air,
Like my wisps of thought.
She of the Araneidae clan..
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Senryu Homage to E. A. Poe
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Homage to multi-cultural witch tales
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Sometimes, alone I sit,Failing at words, perception clouded,Bombarded by a war of too much or too little,Too swift or too slow, too brave or too weak,..
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Striking blues and greens and pristine whites,
A moving portrait, stirring all the senses.
Boats briefly add base tones,
While kayaks kiss gentle ..
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Native American Lore environmental poem: Chindi=Evil sprit;Wendigo=Evil beast spirit;
Great Turtle=Earth
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Unlock the rough-hewn path
to my heart,
Unlock the winding way
to my soul,
Welcome me.
Pine and wind whisper me clean,
whisper me peaceful.
Blu..
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Click on photo top left to enlarge, or go to photo tab & it is last photo. Thanks!
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Their history before Ellis, now lost in the mists of time,
Words came through the generations.
Some I know, some I've been told, some I prospect for..
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