Comrades

Old friends, the time has come for us to part. I’ve worn you out, for all the times I’ve worn you out there working. Toes scuffed down to safety steel. Paint splattered on your desiccated uppers. How many laces did I break? Soles worn through completely like mine from time to time and me still standing on my own. We stood so much together, dizzy heights and mucky depths, laces wrapped twice tight around my ankles, knotted with a double bow. Adieu. Take your rest. You’re no good to me anymore. But I am good for something yet and I will do what I must do today. I bought myself a brand new pair of boots. ♠

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Horizon Line

I come to where I started, ‘neath night and day travailed between the stars and earth, a birth canal of freedom into a world known only to the Maker and to me. I stand now where I started upon bended knee, not in subjugation, but in homage to all I’ve seen. This line, this commencement, this necessary portal must be opened, must be crossed until I once more stand before an unknown world and venture forth. ∞

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Bookish

They all stare down and twiddle their thumbs, tap with their fingers and bow their heads in prayerful homage to the screens they hold, the little electric heart and souls of existence. I hold my book, my silent paginated friend, all energy within and no batteries or power cord required. I prefer the leather and the binding, the words unfurled for me across the centuries, the ancient text without text messaging. ♦

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The Road Home

It lies there before me. The road home where I have been and never been before. The path to adventure, wonderment and glory where I know every inch and footfall and lead habitual ways. It lies there before me on a globe so vast I reach where I began, yet always new, like love, like life, always there before me. ♥

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Winter Tree

“Enjoying the sun?” “Yes sir, I am.” Moments before I saw a barren tree adorned with a single star, atop the otherwise barren branches. There I sat, a calm day, a reason to rest and Christmas as it were blazing devoid of any other ornamentation. We spoil ourselves with decorations, tinsel and lights and then one way up high as though the others weren’t enough. “Enjoying the sun?” You bet I am. Today it’s all I got. ƒ

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Ice Chimes

Ever notice? Wind chimes beneath the eaves resemble icicles on this winter day. In a burst of enthusiasm, you know, artistic fervor and all that I went and took a whack at the icicles, thinking they might yield a version of aeolian harp, albeit frozen and sound like wind chimes. Just my luck. They merely shattered. Curses, foiled again. ƒ

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SAD

I’m sad because you don’t love me. You’re cold and grey and barren toward me. All the emotions you lavished have gone. I’m afraid to take a single step for fear I’ll slip and fall lower still in your estimation. When will it end? This cruel resignation? Seasonal affective disorder notwithstanding, without you Spring offers no happy ending. ♥

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Tears of Winter

I gave you everything and now you treat me this way? I made every warmth a treasure. I intensified your pleasure in candle’s glow and firelight, made every hug more snug; hot coffee, hot cocoa, hot tea and this is what you think of me? The first drop of melted snow glistening down your window and now you’re glad I’m gone? I never thought you could be so cold, so bitter to one who made you shiver with delight. How could you? Adieu until I return, adieu. ♥

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Spring

I stepped outside to do a foolish thing, to take a gas fed lantern out into the snow, to see the golden glow upon the field of perfect white, to hear the hiss before the dawn, to feel the days of camping, farming and reliance when out there in the yet quite night I heard birds singing, not a few on barren branches and a flock of something else above the clouds and I realized Spring had come and what I foolishly thought to do was not foolishness at all. ƒ

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Optimum

I who have seen so much beauty saw it again today.   I who have seen candlelight reflected on supple flesh and talismans of sequins glimmering where no light shines by day.   I who have seen youth and agility and craving satisfied saw today the sum total of what it takes to be alive. An old woman pushing a walker through snowy streets, giving her all to a walk she might otherwise avoided, a testament to human tenacity and determination. I who have seen so much beauty saw it again today. ƒ

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