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Luscious greens, as a backdrop
Reds and
yellows peeking
Through the landscape orange highlights
Splash of
fuchsia leaking
Forest dark, bursts with light
Sunlit
fairyland
Raindrops glisten, neon colors
Dress the
wooded stand
Party time, all in costume
Natures
celebration
Coming quickly fall and winter
Cycle of
creation
Each new day the face is changing
Primeval to
Monet
Through the winter, stark and dreary
Hopper comes
to stay
When the earth turns, finds its way
To the sun
inclined
Warming climate prods the coming
Of new life
defined
Through the summer, joy triumphant
Renewal
lives, and dies
All too quickly, all is changing
Despite
what we devise
Green submits to, fall’s bright colors
Following
life’s demand
Ever changing, ever different
New beauty,
ever grand
Colors warm, but chill is there
Leaves have
fallen, trees did wear
Their clothes of summer, shed in Fall
Baring trunks
now seen by all
Suddenly the colors bright
No longer
glow with suns hot light
But lay upon the ground inert
Become a
carpet on the dirt
Summer blue has left the sky
Cooler hues
now greet the eye
Kaleidoscope of pastel light
Swirling
leaves in wind blown flight
No longer signs of summer past
The leaves
do signal cold repast
Hard to tell just when it changed
Portent of
winter, emerged, remained
I look from out my window clear
To see the
trees all colored there
Yellow orange red and green
More to
know, then can be seen
A wonderland that draws the eye
And mind to
come, immerse, decry
The worries normal to our day
Absorb
instead fall’s brilliant way
I Listen with my eyes and mind
Hear the
sounds, a visual kind
My heart and soul dance and sing
My spirit
soars on newfound wings
Into the colored tapestry
I follow
eyes that long to flee
Vanish into canvass planted
Watch as
beauty is decanted
It is a door to fantasy
Colored
warm inviting me
Sunlight sprinkled, taken in
Returns to
glow from deep within
This colored view, calmness yields
Its subtle
strength, deftly wields
A power used to give me pause
Feel
effects of nature’s laws
Move from was, to what will be
Fall in
beauty a bridge a key
Transition now from hot to cold
Winter
coming, stark and bold
Has its own, distinctive views
Seen in
grays and whites and blues
Palette new, each season brings
And gifts
which I, their praises sing
On and on the changes go
Season into
seasons flow
Endless beauty for the taking
Makes my
dreams, far less than waking
Sunlight pouring through the window
Splashes
all around
Flashing brilliance through the trees
Explodes
upon the ground
Icy blue the sky is backlit
Coming
winter’s crown
The stream is falling over rocks
As it
meanders down
Birds occasionally flying by
Missed
their winters call
Late to leave, they should have left
Earlier in
the fall
Breezes rustle remnant leaves
Clinging to
the past
Futile effort, nature flows
New season
born from last
Quiet though the scene may be
Life is
evident
Peaceful signs the future comes
Asks not
for my consent
I am bystander, watch in awe
As nature
takes it’s course
Bathed in feelings, can’t express
For words
I’m at a loss
A joyous moment, all is well
Hope, to
start the day
If I am lucky, then the morrow
Will start
again this way
Glistening water parts the leaves
Flows,
meanders, lives and breathes
Long on beauty, short on power
Waits to
grow from next fall shower
Dreams of spring when it will be
Roaring
river flowing free
But for now it quietly plays
In it’s bed
content to stay
Noiseless breezes move the trees
Transparent
puppeteer
A dance in mime, a desert Show
For the eyes
and not the ears
The silence has a sound, a presence
Palpable, yet light
The breathing in and out of life
Exists
beyond the sight
Connected all, we interlock
Expanded
consciousness
Not alone, but only part
Ourselves
admit, confess
Behind the house, down a slope
A stream
meanders, builds its hope
Dreams of growing big and strong
Of traveling far and lasting long
Gets from rain some nourishment
And more
from snow, encouragement
Swells and grows, fulfillment sees
If all will
last beyond the freeze
Its goal it knows, can be met
A chance to
have its moment yet
To be a mighty river’s hard
This dream began in my back yard
Every day I look beyond
The windows
of my room
At trees and hills in shadows fading
As dawn, so
near, does loom
Pinks and reds, Orange glow
Hills
reflected gold
Night makes way as day moves in
In a way
now centuries old
In all the days, that have begun
As I have watched in awe
Not one have I
perceived the same
And always
yearn for more
Though beauty, in the day is found
And setting
sun enthralls
Night for me is waiting stage
Where
nature, dawn installs
In first light there’s orchestra
Woodwinds
humming low
Joined quite soon by vibrant strings
As the
earth begins to glow
Horns do herald streaking light
Across the
blazing sky
And finally the symbols crash
As day
bursts forth to fly
And every morn the orchestra
Prepared,
awaits its cue
A score rewritten every night
Makes each
performance new
Oh stately tree growing there
Beyond my
window, tall and fair
Surrounded by your family
Living out
your destiny
Quiet and inexorable
Your life
and mine dependent, full
You take my breath and turn it round
Give it
back with new life found
In effect you nurture me
Become a
part my family
Supporting me through thick and thin
Oh stately
tree, my blessed kin
Raging torrent holding me
I cannot
pull my gaze from thee
Power, aphrodisiac
Draws me in
with naught held back
I am surrounded by the gush
And rush
and swirl of you
Mind invaded, thoughts pervaded
Made a part
of what I view
I am become what I see
I want to
flow like you so free
Strong, determined, abandonedly
Euphoric
for, eternity
The forest dressed
in Bridal white
Appears a
fractal frozen sight
A patterned intricate delight
A silent
birth in dark of night
A delicate and awesome view
By virgin
snow the trees imbued
Light and shadow woven through
Crowned
with gray and icy blue
Winter lace in light of day
Will have
its moment, melt away
Alas this beauty cannot stay
As wind and
sun return to play
Slowly imperceptibly
Wooded hues
from white we see
This view pristine will cease to be
As it must,
inevitably
I look into a wintry stand
Of naked
trees upon the land
In windless weather they command
A lovely
pattern, static, bland
But when the breeze, in vigor moves
My rapt
attention it behooves
Me to observe, like horses hooves
The
galloping on of time it proves
Pictures changing everywhere
As moving
branches hold my stare
Of complications I’m aware
That nothing stays the same, or fair
An endless chain of change is life
Its glory
is with newness rife
And not without its share of strife
But in the
end, eternal life
Oh lonely silhouette so fine
Who starkly
stood through winter’s time
Hints at things that soon will be
As singing
birds are filling thee
Backlit by the crisp blue sky
Your guests
have caught my morning eye
Assembling, are inspiring sight
As in your
arms they all alight
Snow still covers most the ground
While up
above you host the sound
Of warmer days which will abound
When leaves
return and spring is found
Like a smile in all its subtlety
The green
of summer comes
Translucent in their newness
The leaves
transcend their sums
Paint the world with happiness
Perfume
well the time
New life in joyous chorus brings
A passion
play in mime
Green is showing everywhere
Not dark
but light and yellow fair
Fills my soul I am aware
And not of
worldly things to care
Borne through winters dreary cold
Life renews
from time untold
Sunlight on it’s young and old
Smiles for
what will now unfold
A grand ballet choreographed
With birds
and trees and rivers staffed
Freed of winter’s grip they laugh
Reel from
joy and sunlight quaffed
Prepare to don their summer clothes
As sap of
life within them flows
Their finery, a Master chose
A time of
beauty and then to close
For each of us a place in time
A life
appointed by Him sublime
A place of honor in the grandest rhyme
Miracles
beheld, and joy consigned
By what transcendent magic
Has winter turned to spring?
From where have come the greens I see
That nature’s
offering?
By what celestial slight of hand
Has grim
become Monet?
How has the world deceived my eyes
This
fantasy display?
Barren was the view I saw
Stark and
wintry cruel
And then it was a feeling soft
A veil upon
the jewel
From severe, the change I saw
A trifle
every day
Became a thing of beauty though
I missed the changing way
The artists of the universe
Did fool me
and astound
Deceived with deft diversion, played
A game with their background
From dreary to exciting, trees
Brandishing
new style
From brushstrokes of a pictogram
To pointillism wild
From a clear uncolored view
To tapestry
brand new
Surreal surroundings I construe
I’m not
alone, nor you
The landscape is awash in color
Drenched in
yellow green
What once was incidental has
Now become
the scene
Little leaves growing fast
Scattered
here and there
Have now become a multitude
Their
dominance declared
No longer dabs of color in
A winter
mostly bare
But lush beguiling fairyland
Inviting eyes
to stare
Layer after layer placed
As far as I
can see
Surely will envelope me
If I
venture past a tree
Beauty born in mystery
Calls me
from within
I fear to tread beyond the edge
Return, I
know not when
The light of day, filtering down
Dresses the trees in filmy gown
Bathes the world in yellow green smoke
Wondrous dreams it does invoke
Reality, unreal sublime
Distorts for us the passing time
Offers up a world unknown
Tempts us to, our own disown
Tricks it plays with all we see
Skyway roads on light can be
All is possible, we are free
From light of day on a simple tree
Out in the desert
Just before
dawn
I’m privileged to watch
As a new
day is born
Pink rims the mountains
As purple and
blues
Evolve into oranges
And great
golden hues
The sky is afire it
Burns left
and right
A heavenly production
To stun and
delight
The earth is all quiet
The light
is still dim
The view is surreal
A painting
by Him
Constantly changing
Minute by
minute
The horizon explodes
Every color
is in it
If colors and light
Were sounds
to be heard
A deafening chorus
Would
indeed be inferred
The heavenly light now
Spills to
the ground
Today will be born
With nary a
sound
The desert creatures are
Still
mostly sleeping
But some are awaking
Come scurry
come creeping
The pheasant in packs
Are pecking
the ground
In search of a meal
In hopes to
be found
The rabbits are eyeing
Any new
thing that’s green
They’ll gobble it up
Before it,
you’ve seen
The world comes alive
The
orchestra assembles
A symphony of life
It makes my
heart tremble
Out in the desert
Like
nowhere I’ve seen
Perspective is different
Time warp
I’m between
The stillness is evident
As bright
light does rain
Down on the earth
So night
will refrain
From staying too long
As
impatient day pushes
A new beginning on
Wildlife
and bushes
A glorious thing
The birth
of a day
It cleanses the soul
Leaves
nothing to say
I walk along the river, far
From city sounds and air
Bird songs keep me company
Sunlight
warms my hair
Cool breezes blow around me, bring
Smells of grass and tree
Every pore upon my body wakes
Stimulates,
arouses me
The boughs are rustled by the wind
As
underneath I walk
A smile resides upon my lips
Many
thoughts to me do talk
I think about from where I came
And where I
am to go
The wind blows hard the thoughts are gone
Shadow
patterns I come to know
It matters not how hard I try
My mind
grows quiet, still
Absorbing sights and sounds of life
Bringing
joy my soul to fill
My words do fail in vain attempt
To tell it
like it is
Renewal is a word come close
Describing
natures kiss
I walk along the river far
Find a special kind of bliss.
Early morning, mist is rising
Quiet is
the day
Motionless the loon is standing
Ankle deep
in water’s way
Occasionally the silence broken
A chirp
from here or there
Unseen, the birds awaken softly
Of dawn
they are aware
Reeds along the riverbank
Screen a
quiet world
Sun is rising night gives way
A new day
is unfurled
It is as if I view my own
Awakening
to life
As part and yet observer in
Natures daily rite
Each day anew in harmony
With other things that live
The slate is clean the time is mine
Understand
my gifts to give
There is a place, over rocks
The water gurgles free
A soothing pleasant sound is made
As the
river speaks to me
Words do not do justice as
I walk another mile
The sun is warm and on my lips
An ever present smile
Rain is beating on the pane
Sometimes
fierce, sometimes wane
Sometimes a gentle lullaby
Sometimes
it’s nature’s angry try
To shake me from my current view
Slyly give
to me a clue
Sky is cloudy gray and dark
My thoughts
meander and embark
On adventure newly brought
From the
depths of my own thought
Like a boiling pot I’m stirring
Pictures,
words are all concurring
On a theme not yet revealed
From my
mind it is concealed
I am a guest this cosmic show
Inside my
head the currents flow
Outside the storm rages on
Inside I’m
dry and strangely calm
While the earth itself is cleaning
Sunlight in
my head is gleaming
Rainbows may not come to be
But my mind
will always see
All the colors of the past
Played upon
a screen so vast
Surrounded by the heavens play
Absorbed I
am in what they say
Look I do for deeper meaning
More than
random it is seeming
What is it I am to learn?
Does this
play myself concern?
Why does rain seem to cleanse?
Or make my
questions have more sense?
Is it that nature reaches out?
Allows me
to distraction rout
For an instant I’m imbued
New cosmic
understanding viewed
Somehow the rain my answers bring
Like birds
with nourishment on the wing
I’m fed on substance strange, unknown
Understanding
to, me has flown
Words are not effective tools
Explanation
is for fools
I must absorb and feel not think
As nature
takes me to the brink
Of all that I can ever know
Of life’s
great river in its flow
Its secrets kept and guarded well
To mere
mortals it wont tell
But on a rare and beautiful day
Nature lets
us see the way
The pieces can all fit together
Point of
fact the rainy weather
Telling us of life’s great glory
Inspiration
is the story
Coming from I know not where
A message
sent from High, He’s there.
Snowflakes gently falling down
Make unreal the trees and ground
Slowly, in their quiet way
Change the world to white and gray
Then to etching, Black and white
Pure and clean as Ansel might
Natures brush, beyond mere man
A tribute to his mighty hand
In just a few short hours he took
The old away, and brought new look
Dressed the world in wedding white
Brought new hope, it’s quite a sight
A negative of life, it seems
All reversed as in our dreams
Surreal, it shakes our faith in sight
As we admire his awesome might
Raging river that I watch
Run and
tumble on your march
A little stream grown up strong
From sudden
rain, but not for long
When the rain and snow have ceased
And warmth
of summer is released
You’ll be again a babe attended
You will
return from whence descended
You’ll get to live your life again
Each year,
unlike us mortal men
Child, then adolescent growing
All the
time you can’t help knowing
Death is not your coming fate
In spring
to birth you will relate
Ah, I envy your life plan
Eternal
journey, child to man
Dappled sunlight on the yellow
Rust and
orange speckled ground
Turning leaves are slowly falling
Adding
grace without a sound
Through the quilt that fall is making
Water runs
and turns and rolls
Gurgles, drops, meanders, flows
Wordlessly
His hand extols
Abundant beauty fills the senses
Carries us
away
Thoughts are washed from out the conscious
We are
invited long to stay
Refreshing breezes blowing through
The windows
of our mind
On the banks of wandering water
Life’s
analogy, we find
Around the bend the stream does come
Origin
unknown
Disappearing at the next
Turned by
random stone
Whether we are on the land
Or in the
timeless flow
Change is constant all around
To the next, we each must go