“Once again…welcome to my house.

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Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.” — Bram Stoker

Enjoy this Day of Thanksgiving!

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Ivy and dried hydrangea welcome wreath, Main Street, Essex, Connecticut. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014

Timeshare

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Dark has come

and long shadows

reach and whisper

 as forest faces

peer from the darkness

of this place where

 before I lingered

and listened to the lyric

of the leaves

 but now must yield

to waiting creatures

of the night.

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Poem, Timeshare, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor © 2007, Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014.

 

 

 

Rusty Leaves

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Overnight

they fell,

floating

and curling

their way

through darkness

while I slept

and spirits

dozed, as

naked trees

bent to

the ground,

the face

of the earth

covered

its eyes and

the crickets

came inside.

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Poem, Rusty Leaves, by Mary O’Connor, originally published in The Aurorean, Fall, 1998, and reprinted in Dreams of a Wingless Child  © 2007 Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. © 2007. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014.

Requesting your presence

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Consider the giant oaks

holding up their arms

to the owls and crows,

to the woolly bears

and the tiny titmouse—

and take comfort

in their reach.

Think of the sugared

maples, changing

their leaves to gold,

their shadows to shade.

See the towering pine,

dusting the globe

of the moon—and

be assured.

Trees—when studied—

offer no words, no

answers, no intent.

But feel their furrowed

and ancient limbs.

Gather their seeds.

Be still

and ponder presence.

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Originally published under title of “Meditation” in Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007

Maple tree photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014