Sonomabuzz

Each of these poems has a secret.
Can you tell me what they hide in plain sight?

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Our door – September 16, 2005

Our door
Our door

A new day pushed the musings of morning slowly aside.
Restful moments between sleep and awakening, give way to
Driving through the mists of the unknown.
On arriving at the clear skies of the high desert, rain soaked and cool, dreams persist, and dreams cast about to and fro
Roaming from dawn to long after dusk away from our door – Too long

A wisp of an idea draws one away
Reality pushes unexpected plans
Dreams are discussed
Openly
Reflectively

A full broad expanse of spaces and distance
A journey to check on a possibility
A possibility that blew away with lack of warmth
A space that wasn’t big enough – so the distance was recouped
Back to our door

A deep bond of ideas draws one back
Reality is what we have made together
Dreams are discovered and lived
Our door at the beginning
Returning to our door at the end.

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Annual Poem

just in time the winter’s here
frigid days when nights are clear
making storms chill through the bone
a shift can happen as orbit flown
maybe buds begin to flower
june bugs buzzing in daylight hours
joy in heat and sweat and life
august signs of the circle’s strife
showing completion as days crawl
one by one like leaves that fall
new and old beginning as if “amen”
descending into cold to begin again

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/18/2014