The winds of autumn blow hard and
true,
Great oaks bend, and maples too.
The burst of flame among the green,
Portents of flurries yet unseen
There' s yawn of life in every face
A dawn of cold and ice in place
A life will fade, its ember gone
But ten anew will grow anon
Then will spring come round again,
A new born fawn will seek the glen.
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The name Wind Dancer reflects the
approach to my life,
I danced with all winds fleeting
by,
But now I choose the wind without
strife
As myriad stars whirl on high
The dance, although slowed, is still
focused and prime,
Blossomed zephyrs caress head to
feet.
But the brow is unbent , unaltered
by time,
Dance continues in snow or in sleet.
Whips and scars show my soul in
shimmering light
so bruised, so battered and sinned,
But like the wiser bamboo in a copse
on the hill,
I'll bend softly and sway with the
wind.
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One's footprints in the snow remain,
as long as it is cold,
with no retrace of steps
to days of golden old.
As days become much shorter,
then nights begin to grow.
The stream of expiation begins to
stop in flow.
So set the heart in righteous path
to the one who shed your tears.
Perhaps mutual forgiveness
might melt some wasted years.
If friendship is the gold of life,
somewhat rare and hard to find,
then those who find the jewel of
love,
to heart must weld and bind.
So lift a flue of deep red wine
to toast uncharted ends
and drink a draught of bittersweet
in toasting long gone friends.
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WHEN AN ARROW FLIES TO AZURE BLUE,
THERE IS A SOUND, A WHIR
BUT A SOUL THAT WINGS IT'S WAY TO
HEAVEN
IS SILENT, AND NO STIR
A VALLEY SLEEPS IN SILENCE,
BOWED HEADS CASCADING TEARS,
AWAITING FUTURE SUNSHINE
IN REMEMBERING THE YEARS
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