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Sweet Dreams

As he sleeps,
his fingers
intertwined with mine;
sound of two heartbeats,

in chorus
with the hum of night.

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If Not For November

If not for November,
birds would never fly south
bringing flashes of color
past my window sill
leaving wildflowers fading
preparing velvet petals
for Spring.

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Seventy Times Seven

You speak to me daily.
I love to listen
to your whispers
filling every empty place,

but, the words,
soon forgotten,
lost in translation
as distractions take precedence,
books open, then close again

my vows, unfulfilled…
until tomorrow,

but, you hand me daffodils
like second chances, daily;
the yellow of your sun
lighting my room with trust.

You could revoke promises,
cancel blessings,
un-answer prayers,

but you never have,

never,
not one.

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I Still Watch For Cardinals

Bare feet running
through Grandma’s violets,
to Grandpa
watching for cardinals
in his plaid shirt
he wore on Saturdays.

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Rejuvenation

Vase overflowing
with ivory roses
tipped,
sorrow spilling out,

but light dried tears
and buds
blossomed
again.

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