She is everywhere I go - in the river and the forest
and inside my mind.
She gives me a reason to be alive
with her delicate graceful dance-like figure
so light and agile
like a seagull gliding out over the ocean
calling out to me from the gray mist
or like a doe standing in an open meadow
quiet and cautious studying me
wondering when I'll make my next move.
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Rainclouds
Rain on windowpanes
blue-gray wings across the sky
clouds bury sunlight
* * *
Rapids
Off high granite walls
rapids pour from snow galciers
into deep rivers
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(c) 1997, Thomas Avery