West coast winter soak —green overnight, pastures bloom rainbows wrap gray skies ~Second year, countingnew traditions become old Christmas lobsters slap ~Lightstrung pine star crowned,silver baubles bounce and sway ~ merry melodies
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round & crowned
wave — crash - wave - worry —merry tides of tradition spurned by spikes, againcould be calm, could beworse — maybe — always betterwhen masked together sympathy settles‘round a hearth humbled by love families adapt
Luna
Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
a new night
rest and replenish resist the city’s siren ~ reset to rebound.
dessert by dusk
Sherbet clouds delight, glass scrapes skies, sparkling silver ~ the City arrives.
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