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- Sweet Reckoning
  
  Posted at 9:30 am by a quiet man, on May 20, 2020
  The lush response to spring rains did
  
  today and the days before
  
  come to life after a torrent of rains,
  
  create a world of lovely beauty, elegance.
  
  So now the walks become predictable,
  
  Heavens that we shadow a wonder in sunlight
  
  the evening stroll to watch a sunset
  
  the morning coffee to share a sunrise.
  
  Perhaps a bicycle ride,
  
  a camp nearby our favorite fishing hole,
  
  sweet serenity of Nature just guiding my eyes,
  
  what wondrous opportunity come to mind.
  
  Walk alone, hold hands with your imagination,
  
  we are often glancing and searching for the same.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
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- Because, Matters
  
  Posted at 1:10 pm by a quiet man, on May 3, 2020
  In trying my hardest to understand,
  
  found is the constant dilemma
  
  too much analysis
  
  far away from a willingness
  
  to simply be,
  
  rather beyond the circumstance
  
  why.
  
  Oh how often does that moment arise
  
  standing along a river bank
  
  watching the water swirl in a pool
  
  of natural evolution,
  
  the beauty of spring,
  
  the magic of the fall,
  
  the curiosity of winter ice,
  
  pockets of freedom
  
  for water and eyes.
  
  I do so remember those times,
  
  holding her in my arms,
  
  never wanting to let go
  
  yet nightfall,
  
  an afternoon rain,
  
  a haste we could no longer overcome,
  
  gone would be the moment,
  
  we would no longer be.
  
  Because it matters to me,
  
  would that sunshine
  
  could be a moment of clarity,
  
  the love,
  
  the sweet melody
  
  of an afternoon,
  
  cloudless sky,
  
  her soft cheek near my own,
  
  the touch,
  
  drawing a slow walk
  
  such is the magic,
  
  found in eyes
  
  waiting to follow
  
  each other’s lead,
  
  with no time beckoning
  
  our beyond,
  
  this moment will always
  
  remain,
  
  when we could be
  
  together.
  
  I listen to a melody takes me home,
  
  let the soft sensuality
  
  inside a dream
  
  brought within my wakeful
  
  seemingly
  
  next life fantasy.
  
  For this will be my chosen nostalgic reality
  
  each morning through toward the night sky.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
  
  the ‘b’ series
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- A Natural Spring
  
  Posted at 6:27 pm by a quiet man, on April 22, 2020
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- Howling in the Distance
  
  Posted at 8:58 am by a quiet man, on April 12, 2020
  We are in such unknown territory,
  
  our lives subjected to an invisible fear.
  
  Last night I felt a quieting sensitive tear.
  
  forced acceptance in horrifying history.
  
  I cannot find a way to settle my nerves
  
  it isn’t cabin fever as much as some sign
  
  of wanting to stop my own incessant whine,
  
  lives travel mountain roads in swerves.
  
  Last night I listened to the winds in a howl,
  
  the building shook and my windows rattled
  
  I was not interrupted being stuck, saddled.
  
  I couldn’t help noticing this menacing scowl.
  
  In the winds of morning I did come to terms my own
  
  life matters, be conscious, let the howling be known.
  
  © Scott F Savage 4/2020
  
  (for a dear friend I am grateful)
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- Feeling Redundant
  
  Posted at 7:37 pm by a quiet man, on March 29, 2020
  Well wonder
  
  what might be
  
  swirling winds nearby
  
  haunting rafters
  
  in certain communication.
  
  Love does not
  
  will not
  
  while routines find purpose
  
  there in the silence
  
  runs the conscience
  
  that place private
  
  where quiet smiles
  
  mean less the obvious
  
  stead discretionary
  
  yearn.
  
  A hope he carries across the city
  
  might be a flash
  
  a moment
  
  when she
  
  when an owl
  
  simplicity
  
  gave melody in the night.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
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- Walking Through Life
  
  Posted at 2:44 pm by a quiet man, on February 23, 2020
  I chose to walk along the icy paths of winter,
  
  a place my dog will show a keen nose,
  
  looking for his imaginary friends,
  
  while I the walker, contemplate ideals.
  
  I wonder sometimes about pointless
  
  disregard when the idea of choice makes
  
  its way into our frame of mind,
  
  in a manner of responsible livelihood.
  
  The snow and ice crunched once underneath
  
  my rather pointless Sorel slick soles
  
  and I tried to imagine in the moment,
  
  what was on my mind so illicit.
  
  I always reflect upon the story of a friend,
  
  many years ago, the halls of the hospital,
  
  he would see his boss coming the other way,
  
  in a moment imagined silent – she did slip and fall.
  
  Often that tale comes to mind, when in a second,
  
  I’m on the ground, snow down my collar,
  
  perhaps a bruise … generally ego,
  
  and I pick myself up my dog lapping my cheek.
  
  Is it perhaps possible to move the branch of
  
  the trees down the path when in winter
  
  we only realize the stark dismissal of a blossom
  
  in spring when a shield of ice does reign.
  
  We might know a dream, a sunlight, a starry night
  
  all of our features of beauty with every step in life.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2/2020
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- Speaking In Shadows
  
  Posted at 10:43 pm by a quiet man, on November 29, 2019
  There was a time when song seemed a natural path,
  
  the flowers along a walkway glisten in the rain,
  
  a shadow of fear lost upon a sunlit horizon
  
  for everywhere we look might smile sweet love.
  
  Wish that a melody could walk me in a forest
  
  feel the natural scratch of brush along naked skin,
  
  the rustling of autumn leaves give way to the cold
  
  deadening nature of our forever changing season.
  
  I wished tonight I could hear her voice again,
  
  so many hours of wonder, of hope, when a tear follow
  
  the natural course of life when lost inside a dream,
  
  a hope, a passion, silent reminder of when, only then.
  
  This common theme of grateful eyes, and distant fond
  
  the grace of some familiar trail that would our eyes become
  
  now a simple nostalgic fairy tale, that once could be believed,
  
  would now be perhaps romanticized beyond our reality.
  
  I wanted to hear you, to see you, to sense your presence near me,
  
  oh to know the beauty of your elegance I once could hold so dear.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- Being Here
  
  Posted at 1:58 pm by a quiet man, on August 16, 2019
  While summer is now
  
  the august memory
  
  the night cicada speak it’s rhythm
  
  sweet sunlight keep distance
  
  toward what will be our mettle
  
  we carry on
  
  find warm reason
  
  to hollow within
  
  suggestions of cool winds
  
  fallen hero is a splendid
  
  landscape of memory
  
  that will question
  
  all that is mysterious
  
  yes, is her mystique
  
  in love.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- Believe In Love
  
  Posted at 11:52 am by a quiet man, on April 21, 2019
  If one answer would suggest, love thyself,
  
  another might ask
  
  this is the task
  
  how can one live a mantra they cannot believe.
  
  Next days, next days
  
  Waking to a spring morning, listen
  
  to the song of nature’s messenger
  
  always alive with melody
  
  even while inside our world is tragedy.
  
  Next days, next days
  
  Walk into a burning wreckage, the wreak
  
  of charred lives and memories
  
  abandoned in the crosswind
  
  a smoldering reality of what once was.
  
  Next days, next days
  
  Wake to a morning sun to survey
  
  the ashen remains of yesterday
  
  only to discover nearby
  
  the birds are in song waving their baton.
  
  Next days, next days
  
  The weekend has been spent in hours
  
  a recall of such is pain
  
  to challenge is to refrain
  
  while the neighborhood embraces love
  
  Next days, next days
  
  Ill-defined when confusion speaks
  
  we hear, we haven’t a desire
  
  to listen, to know, to believe
  
  instead we rely upon the sounds
  
  Next days … love in nature.
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- Winter Moon
  
  Posted at 6:20 pm by a quiet man, on March 20, 2019
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