Issue: "lighthouse keeper"
no one promised
this life
would be easy
but without hardship
I would not have found
this pen, this brush
sky spirits
are dancing
tonight
my feet
begin
to tingle
long-awaited
this rain
that slakes the thirst
of a wizened earth,
grown old
before its time
deepening snow
footsteps
make no sound
but I can hear
my breath
singing
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
aspens are turning
into yellow wraiths
in the wind
soon,
they will be nothing
more than bones
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marsh cattails
exploding
in the sun
I catch a bit of light
and put it
in my pocket
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silver sage
graced
by moonlight
its scent
somehow
immortal
A Cherita Lighthouse Award
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