gentle | gentle
Dec.20.2011
Mist was rising off Stowe Lake in smoky tendrils as I began my early morning walk in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. Patterns of sunlight foretold the advent of a breathtaking day as it filigreed across the hard packed earth of the path. Ducks and mean tempered geese along with other waterfowl...
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May.26.2010
Greening
A cleansing wind blows,
sweeping hair
out of my eyes.
It comes without bid,
gentle enough
yet radical,
pressing against my face,
wisping past my ears.
Its visit
shows options too many,
declares moves not made,
life and work and love
voided with clutter.
I sit on this fence
in the field...
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