warm surge over sand
frothing exactly right
envelop my toes
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Mist meets grove of trees,
realm of quiet inclusion.
Welcomes the walkers/
The air finds its way/
Fast past my hurried body./
Revel in the touch.
Chill uncovered skin/
with, still dark, early walking.
Find scarf and mittens.

Nov. 17 '09
End day setting sky/
Nature’s heart expands with awe/
beyond paintbrush skill.
Leaf not yet fallen
What will inspire your descent/
North wind hesitates.
Crunch beneath my feet
you adored and fallen leaf.
Mulch of my garden.
Launched for better; launched for worse,
audacious little bit of me and
springboard into uncertainty.
Go forth and do good
now with a life of your own.