A cold, wet grey blanket sweeps across the marsh upon northwest winds of impending change.....It is late in the afternoon and birds scurry to the safety of their shelters, heads facing into the wind...........the animal population simply "hunkers" down......Such is the blast from the frigid north...The winds play a dark melody through the trees.....the reeds......the grasses.........That incessant howling........Often brutal, this period of dormancy(appearances)........but part of that much grander cycle..........Yes........The richness of it...........

 

   

    It is so fragile...........this.................necessity

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    Are we creating new myths?..........or..........simply reinventing old ones?............

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The Single Leaf

Look at It

Its' veins..........And striations.............

Its' truly remarkable identity

Its' colors

Its' glorious resonance

And Function

It is not impermanent........But forever

It breathes for the eternities

And they are many

Of Now

Look within its' structure........past the venation........and light

Become part of its' structure........

Floating about effortlessly amidst its' sustaining waters.....

Be cooled by its' tranquil touch

It whispers to the Eons

Its' Secret is Your Secret

It Is You

And You Are It

Be

    Old myths are no longer working.......New myths must be invented

    Do you think the music will ever stop?

    The trill of the bird voiced tree frog

    Moving......moving to the sound of the seasons

    The song of mornings first sentinel....

    cardinal........greeting the red dawn of uncertainty

    The echo of the Myotis

    The splendid children of the Sea

    Scaled warriors and mighty toads

    Insect drones and staccato fugues

    Nocturnal strings

    The quiet of noon

    All........upon............the cry of a whispered wave

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    Recurrent dreams and remembered ideals.......

    The reluctance of chance and sorrier fates......

    But do you recall........remember..........the hazards?

    Just what is the magic burden?

    Are you sure?

    Do you tempt the reality?

    Do you sense the wonder?..........?..........the magic?........

    Do you speak to the shadows?

    Or, is it your choice to secure?

    Is It a matter of necessity?

    Or, simply a pallid melodrama played out upon a sterile plane