Stars begin to drop into
the growing dark of a clear night sky
as I come down the mountain
to our woods, the path familiar
my feet sure in waning light
I went up alone craving you
the burn cleared granite
comfort warm at sunset, words
escaping into the rising drafts
as song, wait for me
I will be there given time
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Down to the trees
This old house sits well below
Monadnock’s western arm,
embraced by friendly woods
above a part-time stream,
where sunrise is a straggler
with extra feet to climb.
In winter, light leaves fast
East Hill, across the pond,
brings sunset much too soon,
but night time is a glory, with
no clouds or dimming light
the brilliant heavens send us
our reward, a rain of stars
down to the trees.
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