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Impermanence
Even the finest things,those we treasure most,are meant to fray, unravel and pass away: my grandmother's hand-stitched coverlet, the scarf I knitted for my mother in third grade, my father's favorite flannel shirt, friendships, … Continue reading
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Autumn Song
This coming coolnessintroducesan edgeof uncertainty. Autumn(my favorite season)is a time of transition. Here in Denver, nights shift from cool to cold, trees from bold to barren, the patio from flowered and fragranced to emptied and wrapped, … Continue reading
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The Meaning of Autumn
because fall winds blowwe know of endingsthe bending of branches barednot spared the site of witheringthe shivering as we witness the demisedespise the coming coldthe coming old not just of hard groundbut all 'round the freezing of the selfthe teasing… Continue reading
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Super-Glued
It is goodto be super-gluedto God. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Autumn Wind
Autumn wind,blow–strip the leaves from the trees,leaves crisp with deep color.Strip from our soulthe dry and brittle sorrows of the passing year. Autumn wind,blow–fallow the earth,prepare us for winter's cold and stilling layeringfor snow-shrouded stubble.Bring to our heartsthis welcome time… Continue reading
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Limerick
The grace of God is unbounded;it's depths have yet to be sounded no matter the fall, the trip or the stall,by Love we're relentlessly hounded. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Everywhere at Once
Somewhere in our late-November neighborhooda dusty hearth cradles the season's first fire.Someone stares into those flames,cloaked in forest fragrance,holy as high-church incense. I close my eyes, inhale,am everywhere at once. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading
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Another Tale from the Garden of Eden
"I'm running out of time," God says.He and the snake sitjust outside the garden gate."You assured meyou'd have them juicing that fruitby week's end." "Sorry, boss.Seems the simple life suits them."The snake's head bobs and sways as he talks."Sssatisfied.." What… Continue reading
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Stopped Dead
Stopped dead between headstones,dry leaves drifting over my shoes,I scan, rescan the engraved letters.This century-old epitaph could be mine. I feel like Scrooge sighting along the bony fingerof his future ghost. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading