Apple pie,
You are the apple of my eye
An apple a day keeps the blues away
And I’m not talking apples and oranges
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For health, for joy
For love in my heart always
In the abundant orchard of Life
You are the one I picked
Scented slightly
of fragrant tulips
The garden of his mind flourished
with the new blossoming
of his thoughts
ivy and bare tree branches
singing a bright and cheerful note
After all these days of grey
rose up stretching
awakening senses
Which had been asleep,
it seems, for days and days
Winter morning early
kisses my forehead
and invites me out to play
In the icy fog at dusk
an intrepid herd of deer
await the arrival with patience
And stolid fortitude in silence
gathered for confidence
mingling by habit
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Deer at the gate
lay me down
Under abundant apple trees
as I silently wait
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Innocent strength here
arrives in silent vigil
Keeper of the faith
He is a visionary of peace
a troubador of compassion
and a warrior of love
Compelled by Spirit
to dance to his own rhythms
of the music in his head
Awakened poet
expanded heart
Wise man of the tribe
in stillness recharges
each day
Sound carries in muted fog
mist surrounding all
Blanketing the senses
hiding the sun
Providing intimate space
in wide open areas
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There are times
my mind is fogged
Providing the perfect opportunity
to listen
To the muted sound
of Spirit
