September 23rd, 2013
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Falling leaves
Tempus Fugit
September 24th, 2013
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Petey is home~feeling poorly and sore
we sigh with relief~the lump is no more
the wound is a large one~he's hanging his head
no playing-no swimming~confined to his bed
today he is tired and ready to sleep
but what of tomorrow and the rest of the week
he'll be ready to rumble and run all about
how will we contain him~ surely he'll pout
he is wearing a t-shirt~biding his time
once stitches come out ~all will be fine
September 25th, 2013
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Lone traveler slowly drifts by
swirls on current wings held high
shadow mimics the dance
September 26th, 2013
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Grandfather Pine
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Your majestic crown rose over many years
gracing the hillside~ shading all below
welcoming wildlife into your generous arms
Yet this year you could stand no more
one hot summer day~the sap boiling
in your old heart proved too much
slowly you swayed, twisting, straining
mighty trunk moaning and groaning
then at last you laid down on the hill
with a mighty crash you came to rest
shuddering~settling into small trees
then quiet at last~sinking into repose
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Your trunk arched~ you rested silently
your needles still green for some time
we hoped that despite the damage
you would live~not standing~but still alive
gracefully bowed~crown now a green cave
but your branches curled~ reaching into the sky
dead~all life gone from you~needles brown
Yet even in death you bring blessings
your body providing warmth to our hearth
we harvest your branches~stacking them high
small ones piled into shelters for the covey of quail
who call your hill their home they benefit as well
As we leave~truck loaded with wood~we look up
noting the empty place where you once stood
tall and proud~Grandfather Pine
September 28th, 2013
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SWS
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Nature inhales deeply
autumn storm gathers
September 29th, 2013
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Blasts of autumn wind send
wind chimes dancing madly
trees toss their heads swaying
seemingly dancing to the chimes
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Clouds tear along~ a blue hole appears
fat dark cloud quickly patches it
skies are boiling seething with stormy life
no rain~yet suddenly a rainbow appears
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I sit~sipping tea ~hands around my mug
looking out ~watching nature's mad whirling
waiting for the promised rain to streak the sky
leaves spiral and whirl~quickstepping on the wind
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Oaks heavily loaded with fat acorns
spill down their generous harvest
acorns hit metal roofs cracking like gunshots
Autumn arrives~gathers her skirts in wild celebration
September 30th, 2013
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MM
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Reaching out