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the year’s longest night
herald the winter solstice
ere the morning comes
–
watching our breath-
the black of night
pierced by stars

a day of dirt roads
sawdust, hay, and horse manure
of hard work and sweat
–
hot steel
shaped by experience
and force of will

sitting on the beach
lines trailing off from writing
our names in the sand
Or
warm beach-
our names
in the sand

Lost in the moment
The rise and fall of your breast
As you fall asleep

A lone sandpiper
Sings his call into the wind
Out across the shoals

Final autum leaves
Serenely drifting downward
Seasoning the earth

The warm crackling fire
A great book, a flannel throw
And my wife’s cold feet

I glimpse dawn’s first light
Ease through the window and shine
On my daughter’s face

The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future.

Waves softly lapping.
Across the lush, verdant grass,
dappled light wanders.