"In the chilly hours and minutes of
uncertainty
I long to be
in the warm hold
of your loving mind "
Donovan
Saturday, November 15, 2014
11.12.14 Leafy Haberdashery
I swear, when trees lose
their leafy haberdashery
they become so spectral
and intricate and full of beauty.
Kind of
essence-of-tree.
11.12.14 Slight Of Hand
On
the way to a friend's, had to pull over. Jump out. And gaze.
At
the big heavy storm clouds thundering past overhead.
The
bright sunlight intermittently shining on one circumspect area, that would
catch me by surprise.
Nature
is full of the unexpected .
I
suppose I don't anticipate ever living anywhere temperate, where the winds and
rains and temperatures become predictable.
Seems
to be nowhere in my genes;
unknown
in my vocabulary.
And
this?
Magnificence
pulled out of the pocket,
slight
of hand, by nature; ta da!
11.12.14 Starter Snow
In the conservation field, this afternoon.
And tonight?
Why; no biggie-
but a few errant flakes of
starter snow.
11.13.14 For L.G. With Love
There are cats upon the counters
there are paintings on the wall
While the sun shines through windows
casting light upon the hall
And the tea lends its aroma
you can smell within it all
And the jeweled chimes in the branches
sing the songs that come with wind
as the dusk descends upon us
and in the breeze the sleeping garden bends
We are aging as we're speaking
we are seeing what we've found
as we find what we were seeking
discovered deeply rooted in the ground
While the sun shines through windows
casting light upon the hall
And the tea lends its aroma
you can smell within it all
And the jeweled chimes in the branches
sing the songs that come with wind
as the dusk descends upon us
and in the breeze the sleeping garden bends
We are aging as we're speaking
we are seeing what we've found
as we find what we were seeking
discovered deeply rooted in the ground
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