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Started by John, December 27, 2012, 09:40 AM NHFT

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John

Happy Alone
[Dec. 26]

Out on the edge
Of somewhere
  I came to be alone

But you are here
On Eastman Hill
  On this December morning

In my heart and mind
I am happy to find
  We are alone

Together

John

#1
It Happened Today
[Dec 24]

December morning
On Hermit Woods
Near Circle Point
I chose
One of the 10 directions

Up

John

#2
My Home

This morning it snowed
As I rode out of town
From a place in the middle of nowhere
To a place where I go
That nobody knows
Except the few friends I meet there

Sounds of the cars
And noise from the road
Stopped registering in my head
As time passed by
In my Peace filled mind
Sounds of silence was all there was room for

The sun busted through
In a powerful move
With its' long, bright, and widening fingers
And those fingers massaged
The trees, rocks, and snow
Which cover the prodigious hillsides

Kat Kanning


John

January River - by me

Warm sun touches
On my face
  Cold New England day

Past birch, past pine
Scent of the woods
  Enchanting

Sound of snow
Beneath my feet
  Down to a January river

Quiet symphony
Beneath the ice
  Sounds of water moving

Ping, pang,
Pong, pang
  Pitter, patter
   Gurgle

Kat Kanning

Pretty...quiet symphony beneath the ice : :)

John

To Be Born Again - by me

Snap and crunch
First bite on an apple
I'm riding out of town

Scent of wood smoke
Out of sleepy morning chimneys
Warm sun casts away the night

Some celebrate a birthday today
Some a spiritual re-awakening

Some are conceived on a winter's day
Some a winter's night
A few on Valentine's day

As natural as life itself
To sow our seed, but why
So few of us dare contemplate
The end of life, to die

John

Hold Fast - by John Connell

Men with badges and guns stand watch
As the crew clears the dead from the road
Tired and cold from a long night of freezing rain
Heavy grey fog as night turns to day
Most are hunched and bent
Some with snapped and broken limbs
Mid afternoon
Visibility 100 feet and more ice
Surviving trees by the side of the road
Hold fast