April 4 - under construction 12:45 a.m.

Blooms surround the gazebo
   in cascading splendor
Breath grows chill then out
   a cloud comes
Indoors beckon--still wait until
   the last arrow has flown
from the suns quiver.


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Enticing romance, gasping for breath
   shared secrets, quiet yearnings
amid disappointments, the world's noise, the profane
How the beautiful blush
  is lost before it's time!

4/3/12
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To write of love ---- bah! so cliche
better to hope for clarity,
to see in the muddy confusion of emotion
Desire consumes the passionate to weariness, and need
   outweighs every precaution.

4/3/12
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Miss Hen flaps her wings hard against my hand
  warm toes scramble for release
I scratch her eye ridges to calm her panic
but out she must go
Broodiness produces no fruit!

4/3/12
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Quaking aspen buds tight against the spring
   dare anyone to enjoy their beauty
Aloof and standing silent along the trail
Soon the conversation will float
   accross Three Mile Creek
and like bossy old women
will notice not one interloper!

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Long legs stretch down to the waters edge
  arms stretched up and behind the head
Clouds roar past, late for their appointment with the
  sculpted stone above
Imagination slows and stalls, stretching its limits
Time gives time,
   waits on time
   hastens time
   stretches etch minute
Imagination whirls in blues and greens
Stretched to equal a minds rest


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