South Island, New Zealand
Piercing sunlight, sandblast bright
spotlights Dusky Sound's calm
scudding clouds approach sky's edge
humped hills surrounding the view.
A panorama of beauty.
© 2003 Richard L. Provencher
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When the Fishermen are Gone
A wooden hull
bumps gently
against the dock
Slap of water
along the
shore
Skim of glass upon
the lake
Distant hills outline the sky
And in the cottage
mom and dad
are resting
Children no longer here
Now grown into
careers and faraway places
They remember the boat.
© 2003 Richard L. Provencher
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A Revelation
Windy sounds are passionate, as
voices within the pine
the sky reflects thoughts combined
with an eagle's soar, king of
movement in his outdoor realm.
I am a seeker of truths, a
sanctuary of peace.
In my dreams, echoes of awe.
© 2003 Richard L. Provencher
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