Anonymous 1
Winter comes out of the sky
Black and white world
Warmth of friendship below
Clock ticking, sunlight streaming
People walking, meditating
Finding answers
Anonymous 2
Being asked to write
Even as the sun sets now
Poetry is illusive
Anonymous 3
High and low we week
answers to questions mis-asked.
All we need is now.
Yellow flying fast
while wheels recording place and time.
Silence intervenes
Always racing.
Time neglects to quarry you
Reality now!
Mark
Three circle windows
invite light in, eyes outward.
Three trees sway for Joan.
Doris
The trees are barren
How quickly the leaves have fallen
Change always arrives
For those I love
How best can I be present
Knowing we will part
Jan
Octagonal room, round windows,
Winter trees in the cross-hairs
Fleeting community, infinitely precious.
Ann Marie
Looking in and out,
I
sway into the sun's warmth.
My being is charged.
I feel vibrations,
emanating from the soul,
leading to wholeness.
Her story, touching.
I
miss my mother often.
Impermanence rocks.
Situations hear,
listen
well to my new friend,
this moment is soon to pass.
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