Autumn nights and quiet woods

Autumn nights and quiet woods,
Mirroring lakes without ripples,
No screams of pain or skid marks
From a life in full retreat.
Only heartbeats, echoing contentedly
Like a retired summer breeze
Inspiring flight in nature’s red wings.

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Dawn’s restless hunger

The sun departs over purpled shores.
Creation’s stillness breeds the first word
Of dawn’s restless hunger.
A journey begun in the dark,
Roadless and strange in the sun’s shadows
Around the revolving light of life’s beating core,
Peaks on a summer’s day
A’churning a white-painted lighthouse.