Category: omen
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Gaelic dreams
From a cloudless sky lightning strikes a tree, splits it down the middle, strips its bark, leaves it naked on the bank. No fairy queen rises up above the water. No daughter nymph of a river god brought you a sword, bid you to be strong, save the world from impending doom. You stand alone…
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sitting on a shady bench
damsel flies flit along the water turtles snorkel near the surface lone mallard casts wary eye at geese and goslings squirrel ventures close, covets my apple core on the bench ant carries morsel twice its size shy lily blossoms open on pads green cattails stand sentinel while last year’s pods shed wooly seeds I wait…
My husband's poetry 