Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on December 7, 2012
Children laugh and sing
Waves rumble along the beach
Shy moon in the clouds
Submitted by Michael Mayhew on December 7, 2012
Noiseless, a tree falls
The teacup drops to heaven
One hand applauding
Submitted by joshua mertz on December 7, 2012
Sock feet on cold floor
Wool, wind, rain and the river
Chill air, hidden sun
Submitted by Michele McFadden on December 7, 2012
What makes sense to me:
listening
feeding a feral cat
caring for my body
walking each day in nature
seeing the beauty in diversity
giving 10% of everything away
creating beautiful surroundings
letting my garden rest each seventh year
handing my second coat to a man with none
ignoring the spiders in the corners of my room
time with a friend
my children
hard work
loyalty
poetry
music
awe
beginning each day with black coffee and dark chocolate
I think that's it.
Submitted by Neil McKay on December 6, 2012
The gulls stand watch on the bridge
They will not be moved by the likes of us.
A damp ghost haunts these passages,
She seeps into our bones,
Chills us, inhabits our clothes.
Your lungs are wet and my heart is slow.
The fire resists any attempt to catch,
And electric baseboards in a cabin
Are something less than effective.
We heat the bed through blanketed efforts
And the generated warmth gets us through til morning.
We exist tonight by grace and by gumption.
At least it wasn't raining
Until it did rain and hard, too.
Nothing between us and the roof
To dampen the sound of marble sized raindrops
Except the recently warmed blanket
Covering our heads and holding us together.
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