A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,
and reflections of snow maidens floating
freezing the air,
the river goes solid, surrendering.
And we behold the glory
of winter
unrelenting.
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Category: seasons
When Autumn Was Young
In the tree tops, wind moves through the remaining leaves
and I remember September
when autumn was young
and winter
was only a distant memory.
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Autumn’s Surrender
In the sacred song of autumn’s surrender
in the gentleness of leaves floating
drifting in the wind,
our poems turn upward
into the blue light
and the fury of snow.
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Acorns
In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,
in the silent barreness
of our woods underground
bumble bees draw close,
and chipmunks remain silent,
praying for a blanket
of snow, and to remember
where their acorns
lay hidden.
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Into the Cold Light
When leaves whither,
and the brilliance of autumn fades
hawks fly
into the cold light
of the winter sun.
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Another Beautiful Season
Don’t be dismayed if you see a few snowflakes
mixed into the fall colors,
it just means another beautiful season
is right behind this one.
Ain’t that amazing?
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Earth Song
On the winds of autumn, the Earth Song singing,
flowing through the veins of leaves
colors declaring her marvelous glory,
that she is alive
and we are loved.
Do you hear her voice
in the wind?
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The First Day
On the first day of autumn, summer took revenge
with blistering heat
and a thunderstorm
in the afternoon.
We were cleansed though
thankfully
in the downpour of rain.
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Sunscreen and Spy Novels
Summer sun and sunscreen, yelling into the air,
“I cannot put this book down…..she escaped again!”
washing the sand off my feet, means
I’ll be back again….
Well I didn’t exactly do a good job of taking a summer break, now did I? There were several reasons, one of which is my wife and I got sick (nothing major).
So our time at the beach was cut short. We have been taking a break though, spending time together.
I’ve read two novels so far, and I’m on my third. I had forgotten how much I loved a good action, sci-fi adventure!
And the book I was yelling about in the poem? The Rook, by Daniel O’Malley, which crosses a number of genres. It’s a sci-fi, paranormal, mystery, spy adventure. I do recommend it.
P.S. I’m still taking it easy. Have a great summer!
Peace.
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On Thanksgiving Day
As we prepare our feasts, bake our pies,
give our homes a warm glow
may we always remember
our own lights within
to encourage, to lift up
our neighbors.
May no one
feel alone.
We are not
unconnected.
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