Winter Is A Big Cat

walking softly
on tip toes
stalking slowly

in February

it pounces
sinks its teeth in
and holds tight
'til spring

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Buzzard Bait...

It was a long night
of barked shins
stick men
and lost dreams
filled with things
you need to forget

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Rock Hollow

Every place has history
if you listen well
rocks and trees whisper
all have stories to tell

From water falls

to swimming holes

flowers, ferns and moss

beauty feeds the soul

I never walk alone

dogs are always there

I can feel the ancestors

in the land and in the air

From deep hidden spaces

to magnificent falls

the place renews my spirit

places both large and small

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Sweet Tea

A southern pleasure
Mornings and nights
In a place where humidity
Stands and walks
Iced Sweet Tea
Makes it bearable

Martins wing through
Twilight
With bats dining
On mosquitoes
Sweet tea is the melody
To southern night's music

On the days
When you wear the sun
And walking
Is almost like swimming
Sweet tea cools
The body and the soul

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I Dream Of Men

in jeans and pick up trucks
with crow's feet and smiles
etched forever in their faces

I dream of men
                                who say "ma'am",
                              "thank you kindly"
                                       and "howdy"
                            as they lift their hat

I dream of men
                    with heads full of dreams
                           and eyes full of hope
                         men that slap their hat
                          against their pants leg
                   to leave some dust outside

I dream of men
                         who whisper to horses,        
                                                      dogs,
                                                 children,
                                               and ladies

I dream of men
                      who always carry a lariat,
                         a gun, a knife, lollipops,
                       and a willingness to help
                             in their pickup trucks

I dream of men
                        who know how to work,
                              laugh, love, and live
            with every ounce of themselves
  leaving no doubt you are the only one
                                       in their dreams

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The Moon

The moon
Beckons
She calls me
To follow
Across
The moonlit night
She holds her lantern high
And cries follow
Beneath the moon lit sky

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A Moon Beam For Open Link...

I tried to pick
A moon beam
From the rug
Where it lay
Slipped right
Through my fingers
Went on its merry way

I thought of fairies
Star dust
About children
Who have an octopus
For a pet
Rainbows
And wishes

I clapped my hands for Tinkerbell
I searched for the rainbow
I gathered stardust in buckets
I cried for the children
Then with only love
And a little magic
I caught a moonbeam

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 Inspired by Brian Miller's Who Can Tame The Tides//"

Words

For The Mag and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali 

Wings grow to hide my wall
Fiery lights run hurt away
Thorns in palms fester
Blister on blister turn callous
You toughen
Grow stronger
Build a wall inside
Learn to wear gloves
So nothing can hurt