Random Thoughts J.M.

flickering candle knows nothing of burned memories only one small rage solitary bird winter closes in on you come to my feeder leave a trail of crumbs now maybe he will find you ready to be found such a wilderness as tangled words and rhythms scramble for the lead cat on blacks and whites red flowers in a glass vase - petals tremble

east sun rises pink lacy trees across the way bend to sleepy eyes tired ladybugs search for warmth in nooks and crannies but find killing frost tiny violas defiant flowers of autumn dare snowflakes to fall brown snow on town streets christmas lights line avenues days short, cold nights long pretty red flower do you have a home for me under your petals?

so many mysteries rainbows trapped in garden spray ants with their burdens bare tree faces brick etched gray shadow on the wall does it know its lines? naked curve of branch raindrops cling to windowpane small tree softly sways grass wet with night rain sleepy steps lead to flowers born under the moon

Two Versions: 1. flower of red moon risen from the distant hills blossoms in the stars 2. bud of flower moon risen from the fertile hills blossoms in the stars For Dad - November 10: ragged northern wind but i miss his summer face lazy summer smile

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