
The sun descending;
winter’s breeze through the catkins,
sharper on my cheek
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The sun descending;
winter’s breeze through the catkins,
sharper on my cheek
Copyright Francis 2023
Winter, sunny day;
honking geese crossing my path –
somewhere it’s raining
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No one is sitting
while light pervades frozen space –
the chair disappears
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I’ve been waiting for the blossom to
fall in winter,
leaves to blow around the streets
in spring.
I tried to set sail when the tide was out
like forcing the fruit of an apple tree;
I should have waited
to enjoy the sun.
Time is of the essence
and the essence is time:
Each now passes and is gone;
a simple stillness remains
What will be will be
spring’s breath silent like the fall –
the sun comes around
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Steps to the summit
Winter on the horizon –
all things become clear
Copyright Francis 2022