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Gentle green mountains
and voluptuous clouds
replenish my spirit.

Sisters


They feed in the field of their ancestors
and rest in a humble structure
that is everything it needs to be –
home

Pinwheel

When the right breeze blows
seeds will travel to their new homes.
A grand design determines time and place.

Benevolence


As dusk descends a storm approaches,
celestial light graces the trees
and shelters the shadow of the house.

Roots


Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.

Mountains beyond Mountains


You may recognize the mountain by name or shape
but to truly know her is to walk the contours of her mass,
to watch her reveal the secrets of the seasons,
to remember and to feel the spirits of all the other feet
who have touched her and whose hearts have found home.

Dirt Road

It has taken many cities to know
that my way home is off the paved path.
The sound of tires on soil is my welcome song.

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