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Ocean's Reach


Reaching out to where the water meets the sky,

The blue horizon that sways steadily at the ends of the Earth,

Dissappearing before you both can meet...

Bridal Pedals


At the end of the aisle she waits,

Letting the sun adorn her pedals while all the grapevines watch,

Waiting to walk up and show him how beautiful she can be...

Spring Jetty


The dock sits patiently through the water's rush,

Time's tides lift him up and set him down,

As he remains a steady force through the waves...

Eternal Gravity

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The rising and falling of the whitewater's tides,

Grown in the shadow of greater turbulence,

Of water kept in eternal gravity...

Pastel Potomac


Fall colors hide behind morning fog,

Before the sun reaches out to reveal Autumn warmth,

Across the Potomac...

Stony Bridge


A stony bridge can overlook the evidence,

Of summer heat and winter chill,

As the last of the stream trickles away...

Only to return the year over,

Hidden rocks exposed from months past,

Later to be drowned by the melt of the newfallen snow...

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Eden Mill


Evening's twig flows along the river,

Cascading down the water dappled slope,

Sent in care of a gentle dam...

First Light


The elegance of first light on the water,

Seen reflected in the eyes of the hills,

Who's grace meets the dawn first each morning...

Deities of Summertime


As life begins to cloud like an oil painting,

We reflect on simple sand and surf,

Deities of Summertime...

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Apple Picking

Passing through endless columns of trees

Like some infinite ancient Roman building

Made of green, red, and yellow

I stop every once in a while

To test out the labor of each

And rate its taste

If there weren't so many

I might feel bad about chucking each unfinished apple

Above the reaches of the top leaves and beyond

My studies give me a variety of data

That lead to the best species

And force me to stay with one tree in particular

Taller than the rest, but reaching down

As if to invite me up to its most precious fruit

The best tasting apples always lie at the top

And so climbing up branch by branch

While leaves swing and mark my face

I get distracted by the many shining treasures

Surprised when suddenly my head pops out the top

I cling to the top limb, overlooking the sea of leafy orchards

Like the captain on his mast, ready to keep exploring

But not before one more bite...

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