Secret Ingredients
Calls
a thick veil of clouds-
the lullaby of crickets
sung beneath the rain
–
predawn fog-
a vixen’s cry
heralds the sun
Summer
a laboring fan-
august heat makes fonder my
memories of snow
–
summer sun-
my verdant lawn
sere and brown
Age
another sunset-
the lives I’ve lived and died in
hopes of meeting you
–
falling snow-
the guttering flame
turns to smoke
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