
clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light
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clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light

the evening moving
sunlight crawling down the clouds
a long solstice night

this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace

early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice