2004

(written 2004) Zephyrus touches of autumn caress this dwindling August land,and her old refrains ring down the lanes of a long lost lovely strand.Colored leaves adorn the trees and fall with flickering soundswhile birds descry the parting tide and make their duskly rounds. Tears are what her cold wind brings, yet warm are the falling …

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(written 2004) Waking, I stretch. Shaking, I tighten.The ropes and bolts of my body twist.My toes curl, my limbs extend,the loose knots in the sheets harden,and my fresh frame tests it’s tensil.I then relax, lay back and go to sleep,just to do it all over again. -JHJ