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Four 21

  

Sleeping dogs sunning

April sun shining

© Erik Hansen 2016

Four 20

  

Crows’ chortle and quork

echoes through the pines

like laughter in a church

inviting us to take solace

in the forests’ serene majesty.

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Simulacrum

  

It sinks deep into your muddled

mind

late night, dream state

the pins and needles

of a sleeping limb,

tongue probing

for an absent tooth,

the chafe of the tether

pulled from your grasping

hands,

then reality stakes its claim

and upon waking you catch 

your breath,

seeking her scent upon the air,

stroking the sheets,

you find them cold.

© Erik Hansen 2016

Four Eighteen

  

Frosted fields smoke

in the early April sun

Turkeys appear

like ghosts

the Tom’s gobbles

cut through the silence

and the hair prickles

at the nape of your neck

in anticipation.

© Erik Hansen 2016

Four Seventeen

  

I remember holding her

so small 

so fragile

her cries were so soft

I determined to never let her go

Today is her eighteenth birthday

I made her crepes

her favorite

and we talk 

of what she might want to do

after college

God

I love her so much.

© Erik Hansen 2016

4 Sixteen

  

Habitually herding hens;

chicken chasing champion.

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Four 15

  

your breath plumes out

into the chill morning air

cold slowly cut

by the rising sun

the woods are slow

waking up

your footfalls; cymbals crashing

so you stop and watch

and listen

as it all unfolds.

© Erik Hansen 2016

Four Fourteen

  

The April sun

stretches fingers 

through leafless tree tops

its warmth welcome

within the tiny patch

you chose to stand in

free from shadow.

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4-13

  

Green grass shines

bright in the spring sun

it ripples with the breezes

while the crimson fleck

of a cardinal

flits through the corner

of your eye.

© Erik Hansen 2016

Four Twelve

  

rain soaked morning

warm clothes calling

© Erik Hansen 2016