Like Extended Haiku
Tango music muted, open window
Fading summer light shadows
Chair on the porch
An empty glass
The mantle clock never strikes.
Liminal stasis made physical
Time stalled, frozen
On its fading face.
A faded picture captures
A scene of sunny, snow laden trees
Winter is here,
Melting into spring
Tall trees sway with feathery whispers
In the waves
Of a damp wind at sunset.
The sacred voice of fog
Meet on empty beach
Avoiding boiling sand
Nod hello as we pass.
Solitude returns as we part
Dream of redwoods green in the snow
Imagine them young
After a great fire
Redwoods’ life as a Phoenix
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R. W. Stephens is a native of California, born in San Francisco. Now living in Oakland across the bay. There was a sojourn to Wisconsin for university, then return home with a BS in English. He has had an interesting life, from working in a nuclear power plant to making specialty contact lenses with a week as a guest in a rural village in central China in between. He has been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal Anthologies, Synchronized Chaos, and second place in an International Literary Contest Nature 2023. He is the organizer and coordinator for a small writing group based in Hayward, California. “May this wine I pour you sweeten the lives of those you have left behind.” rws
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