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Love Making, Naturally!

Blanketing quilt of forest greenery And the dim of evening’s light ~ Love comes to embrace thee Setting the day to night   Now is the time for love making Beneath the evergreens bough As lover’s bodies are aching The … Continue reading

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Eyes of the Forest by Stephen W Emerick

They say the blind are sighted In ways we cannot see Perhaps the eyes of forest Are just the same as these Where vision is held in presence As contours are held by touch Where glen and glade in–gather For … Continue reading

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Poems are Hewn from Gypsy Wood by Stephen W Emerick

Poems are hewn from gypsy wood, Thrown on the fire at night; Placed simmering in the ember pot, Brought out again at New days first shining light. Only now and then appearing in time, The breath of the bard blows … Continue reading

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