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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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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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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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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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Only a few flakes swirl now, meandering towards the earth
as winter loses its battle, green shoots stand at attention,
while in the silence, the sun pulls away
the clouds,
and the last snowflake
melts on the petal
of a daffodil.
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A blue tint of morning hangs in a colder air, frost biting
as heavier squirrels still make quick work
of hiding their treasure,
warm dens abandoned
to prepare
before the first snow.
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The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green
simply surrenders
to the cooler air, and even mystics
can have visions
of apples cooking, sprinkled
with cinnamon.
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