Weeds and Wildflowers

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Learning

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An agitation settles. I can't seem to shake its noose, Though maybe I'm not Supposed to. I try to fit my desolation Into t...
Thursday, February 16, 2017

Fugitive

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Looks like it is snowing Though hard to tell looking out into An unilluminated landscape,  Over the tops of Our red metal roofs, S...
Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Derecho

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Finally it started to snow a bit. I knew we weren't going to Have a foot of snow like The prognosticators said, I thought we'd h...
Saturday, February 11, 2017

This

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Sitting here just now And watching, I am Looking at The sky, the moon again. Last night, rather it was  This morning, moon blazing...
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Friday, February 10, 2017

Things I'd Want to Tell You

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Trouble everywhere but This morning, driving through  Dense drifts of snow, Palpable, hanging in The air, blowing Across fields an...
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Thursday, February 9, 2017

Resolve

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Out there,  In that vast place There are messages that arrive, tho  No one has any responsibility For them, And out there,  Some...
Monday, January 30, 2017

Near

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Finally the Quiet,  I've used up Every  Shred for the fray I have; If I don't listen to This quiet I won't know what ...
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“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. I believe he ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it.” ~ The Way to Rainy Mountain, by N. Scott Momaday
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