(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#37)
Swathed in winter’s arms
Chilly bosom hushes earth
Snowy lullaby
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(#38)
As heron’s plume drifts
Away on a silent stream
Memories of you fade
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(#39)
Do worms of the earth
Dream of sunlight; are their minds
As blind as their eyes
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(#40)
I’ve tried to catch the
Fleeting breeze in my hands but
I am unworthy
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(#41)
In the thunderstorm
Footprints filled with rain water
I have lost my way
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(#42)
Near the waterfall
Yellow birds drink from the cups
Of purple flowers