Life With Horace

poetry & essays


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in place of

in place of tender walls of green
hot sunrise vibrant pink
flamed above bare trees

in place of overwhelming days
unblinkered eyes and free range thought
released to roam

in place of broadbrush turning trees
leaf sun catchers glow chrome yellow
against the rising dark of hills

in place of touch and fire spooned nights
quiet gratitude for unweighted days
I am whole to dance again

in place of trees wrenched rudely from my woods
nightly sunset glory offered up
its afterglow on every side

in place of childish blankets of regret
unflinching truth accepted flings me up
to land as newly tempered steel