Fine crystal glazes
on stark winter branches form,
in quiet midnight
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Seek a higher path.
As the mighty trunks may fall,
humble grass prevails
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Rabbit drinks alone,
from beneath cold winter moon,
time’s stream eternal
⁕
Starlit evening pause,
down a silent forest path,
quiet now broken
⁕
Set sail lone seamen,
nature’s whim can conquest all.
Does the far bell toll?
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Ambiguous glance,
What dare I anticipate?
Eternal moment
⁕
Unwavering faith
What shortcoming, weakness
does it’s loss reveal?
The sword’s made strong only through,
repeat tests of fire and ice
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Vast encroaching mist,
the distant shore fades from sight,
then returns anew
⁕
Frost covered window,
announces winter’s advance,
lonely drop appears
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How ends the battle?
When all illusions have ceased,
And true costs are seen
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Flying beetle knows,
she must find a place to rest
in the heat of day
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A mantis awaits,
the larva falls unaware,
drama enacted
⁕
Invisible trap,
weaved spider’s avocation,
morning light ablaze.
Each morning’s task renewed,
nature’s determination
⁕
Dry red earth endures
beneath the sweltering sun,
clouds not to be found
⁕
Two dry leaves circle
an enduring winter dance,
awaiting spring’s arrival
⁕
Immortal willow,
gifts of wisdom and knowledge,
in nature is found
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About the Author
Richard E Schell works in the biomedical field in California. He enjoys writing and has been published over fifty times in both the biomedical field as well as in fictional genres and poetry. He enjoys photography, literature, and travel. He also volunteers in animal rescue.
Click here for his short story in Modern Literature.
