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               He returned again to a writing of why from seasons and years before.  In it, author wrote of following “poets whose writing makes me feel something” and he wondered: was he, had he ever been, one of these to her?                He did not know.                 He held to ideal that he had been, […]

               Cold morose of a clouded dawn, she dressed in her spirit-spring.  In shade and shadowed recess of home, she dressed in blouse, closed and held with single five petaled flower button. White of blouse of hue and warmth of the room, she stood in room’s center, like cherry tree in woods, beautiful in blossom’s […]

               Gold-molten of the dawn, warm-fluid over open bodies as they, together, breathed.  Light’s spill through window-free in bright whose brilliance made shadow of the pure-white of in frame.  Blinding, lovely—holding, keeping—as they, together breathed: slowing, saving, bracing, breaking, flood of life and spirit through; tremor of the awe, still in one and close as […]

               Returned from country home and hide and rest away from city, they discovered in time away the miracle that became.                Darkness turned to light, in accordance with the vision, there was a newness to home—its ambiance and spirit—and degree of effect from so small of change, he was amazed.                In the morning […]

               In gentleness, they woke with day.  Soft notes of birds not yet in song carried in sky of cloud-cast and lighting gray.                Naked, under covers, they held and rested close.  Her head to his chest, breasts to his side, his arm in wrap to arms and back that drew her near, against.                […]