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Wood Pile

Poet: Elizabeth Reninger

within the silence of dawn I can hear
echoes of an axe-blade
falling

the heartwood lies open now, exposed
with quartered rings showing
maturity

through the bright air this mountain
rises now,

Dawn

Poet: Elizabeth Reninger

at this time
when the light is not yet
useful, merely
beautiful

when a bright
honey pours
nectar over a curved
horizon,

True Love

Poet: Elizabeth Reninger

faithfully the raven
follows his shadow

as Self attends
to self ~ emanations appearing

as two within a sky’s
singular

Brightness …