Mountain trail winds up
Bright sun cool breeze serene sounds
Peaceful morning run
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Mountain trail winds up
Bright sun cool breeze serene sounds
Peaceful morning run
Deep dark rainforest
Man-eating Venus flytrap
Silently waiting
Pain takes many forms
Sting, throb, burn, fog, can’t hold still
Grabs body, heart, mind
Move across the world
New job, make friends, scraping by
What we’d do for love
Waves crashing ashore
Wind guiding sailboat to port
Natural power
What do I want for Christmas?
my children gather ’round to ask.
Come closer and I’ll tell you,
putting the little one on my lap.
My son guesses a pocket knife,
all those boxes to open and fold.
My daughter guesses aftershave,
so I don’t smell quite so old.
Those gifts are all nice, I say,
and maybe some dark chocolate, too!
But all I ever really want for Christmas,
are hugs and handmade cards from you.
Whistle tweets puck drops
Sticks crack skates slash coaches shout
Slap shot horn blares goal
Twisted cozy warmth
Impossibly twisted up
Perfect morning sheets
White glow high and low
Double beauty of full moons
Calm lake reflections
Black ink sky no stars
Hidden mountains lost landscapes
Lifeless new moon night