MOMENTARY
Soft wind in the pines tonight, and I am blest.
Half of the winter sky is white with cloud,
Returning snowlight and the city's gleam,
And half is black to show eternity's
Forever whirling ancestry of stars.
I gaze a moment, then return indoors.
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ADVICE TO MYSELF
I am the arbiter of my intent
And bear the privilege of making choice.
Here stands the challenge for all sons of earth,
That some may choose and not have means for motion,
And some may move and not have will to see.
Life is a gift of vision and engaging
And either lost, cannot sustain the way.
Make choice to see and not engage, you die.
Or blindly act, you've not begun to live.
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VIEWPOINT, 1
Where but on earth can such a glory glow?
This autumn night presents magnificence
Where clustered Pleiades and bold Orion
Design the evening sky.
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VIEWPOINT, 2
Others perhaps may stand to see the moon
In her full beauty on the winter sky.
This moon is mine though, only mine to cherish.
Others have not my eyes.
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OF PINES AND
PICNIC TABLES
The grand old red-barked pines
Outside my house
Will probably outlast
That wooden picnic table.
The metal one, however,
Will rust more slowly than the life of trees.
Of course the pines can reproduce,
And for the time being, weather
Is kinder to the green,
Giving the pines an edge.
Nevertheless,
In this pinpoint of eternity
Both coexist
And grant me pleasure on an afternoon
Of winter.
Dorian, Nov./Dec. 2014
