100 Short Poems

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In my cell

In the bright Spring sky the giddy wind
makes the green tree tops dance and wave.
Alone inside, I read Apollinaire's Selected Poems.
In the bright Spring sky the giddy wind
makes the green tree tops dance and wave.

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Woods after a Winter Storm

After a freezing rain overnight
in their silvered coats of heavy ice
the smaller branches all dip down
not unlike the elderly supplicants in church,
lost in prayer, who lower their heads.

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Focus

Because the cameras are focused on the white slope
with its competing skiers and ample man-made snow,
and because the filmed experience is so deftly curated,
the audience watching at home sees images that elide
the brown and gray of the sere surrounding landscape.

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Winter Storm

Stepping into this day is an ordeal
featuring wind-whipped bitter cold
knifing in through layered clothing.
and black ice beneath relentless snow
making any movement added misery.

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Winter full moon

In a cloudless dawn sky
low and seemingly close
large and shining brightly
settling a calming influence
on a solitary, unquiet mind.

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Prodigal nature in Philadelphia

With nowhere to go and no one to feed,
the Fall acorns litter the sidewalk and curb
on busy 11th Street beside the Convention Center.
The people passing will not collect and eat them.
And the other animals prefer our abundant refuse.

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On Long Drive, 2 AM

The predicted winter storm
has begun pouring down its white
which appears to bewitch the deer
standing still on either side of this winding road.
For once, they ignore me as I drive past.

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Winter Storm

Even a heavy snowfall
blown nearly horizontal by a strong wind
eventually touches down
hiding the world's colors
under its one white mantle.

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Winter Festival

The city sparkles here with crowds
a two-tier carousel
bespangled fir tree
and all the vendor booths
encircling City Hall.

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Transitions

As this autumn season ends
frigid air blankets the ground.
Each day is a bridge from chores and toil
back again to the dreams we woke from
and also forward to the new ones we'll make.

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