What is it?

what is it?

I can see the wind moving through the treetops.I can see the sun trapped in a shard of ice.What is it, then, that I see when I laugh, when I cry,when I kiss you on the cheek and close my eyes, smiling?

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Breath

breath

I turn out the light, close my eyesand listen to you breathe—that same breaththe world takesin the darkness.

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After

after

After the thunder,the fireworks,the applause—is stillness.Full of everything.

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Thread

Thread

That spider’s threadstrung across the trail.How she must have leaptto spin it and how I almoststrode and broke it. But I didn’tbecause I rememberedit was hers, it was ours.

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Driftwood

driftwood

I met a piece of driftwood,smooth and light. It told metumbling on the wavesdoes that to you,if you let it.

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Every

Every

Every fall the trees lay their blanket of love .Every spring the bulbs raise their blades of hope.This is how the world works, despite it all.

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Thistle seed

thistle seed

What should I do,how shall I plan,what will I solvein my made-up life? —while you followa thistle seedon a breeze,in the sun.

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November

November

It’s November and natureis full of glad death, defiantlybrown and knowing what life is.

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Freed

freed

Could we live like this, our livesbound in duty and honor,freed by the chains of love?

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Leave your self

leave your self

Leave your self on a spider webin the evening sun, by the leaftwisting in the breeze, in the scent of hay.

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Fuel

fuel

I know the leaves let go gladlybecause they trust their fallis the fuel of themselves anew.

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Every dark autumn

every dark autumn

When I die, bury mein a field and plantwhite and blue asterson top of me so everydark autumn I’ll remind youI’m still gladly living.

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If you see a raindrop

if you see a raindrop

If you see a raindrop on a fallen leafand stop for a secondit means you’ve discoveredwhere words endand the world begins.

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Warm

Warm

Often it’s enoughfor your warm bodyto warm mywarm bodyand nothing else.

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Every Day

Every Day

Every daythe same old,same oldmagic. There’s a lot of routine to having a puppy. Rufus thrives on it. If I’m not careful, each day is Groundhog Day. But Rufus helps me remember there’s wonder everywhere. It might be the same routine, but Rufus finds joy in every patch of light, each waving leaf. It’s a…

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Goldenrod

Goldenrod

As the days cool,the world is thickwith goldenrod whichproves, I think, natureis forever optimistic.

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The leaf

the leaf

Onlywhen we allow ourselvesto be intoxicatedby a leaf in the sundo we live.

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