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The Winds
The winds of changeblow hard,relentlessly.Our ship pitches and yaws,sliding up and over the swells,the anchor clawing at the bottom,desperate to hold,to lock us in place. What if,instead,we hoist the anchor,unfurl the sailsand allow this unsettling galeto drive us onward? Text… 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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Michigan Trees, 2
Towering over the house,a hissing, blowing, shakingtemple of treesfills my room and dreamswith whispering, sibilant, sleeptime worship. I lie motionless and silent in my bed,awed. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Michigan Trees, 1
All night longthe wind blows,incessant,insistent. I look out my windowat the black massesof Michigan's tall treetopswaltzing with the starlit sky beyond. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Sleep Calls Me
Sleep calls meon a quiet Saturday afternoonwhen the ironing and vacuuming are doneand it's not yet time to start dinner. She calls me from the bedroom,where she's already lured the catsinto one, black, circular mass of slow breathingand entwined limbs.… Continue reading
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The Boy
The boystretches across his bednaked;the day has not yet cooled,but the wind, though warm,evaporates the moisture from his arms and chest,and this is good. He always listens when the the wind speaks,sometimes inviting him to play,sometimes warning of danger,sometimes telling… Continue reading
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First Snow
In advance of first snowthe chill winter windcombs the hares from the fieldsand shepherds them safelyto thickets and hedgerows. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Job-Loss, Death, Etc.
From time to timethe vehicle of your life–the one you're driving even as you read this–disappears from the busy streets you navigate dailyand reappears on some empty, unknown, rural road. What landscape is this?Signs point to places you do not… Continue reading
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I Belong
"But what do you believe?" I don't believe.I belong. Test and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Quick Storm
I'm walking homeat the end of a my work daythrough the frozen streets of the city.Snow starts,then the wind.Within the space of a few blocks,it becomes a storm. I come to the park's edgeand the the vast openness–a quarter-mile crossingunsheltered… Continue reading