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I.
Clear sky
summer still upon a window pane
reflecting light
in slow beams that
meet shadows
dancing on the ground
II.
Sun’s sheen on magnolia leaves,
bright light on a brick wall
next to a live oak tree.
Looking up to reaching veins
of oak trees and Spanish moss
swaying so gently,
soothing the breeze.
III.
Stillness on brick walkways
lingering on a sun-dappled
slowed down day
in September,
bittersweet with heat and loss
as summer,
with mixed emotions,
ends its yearly mission,
saying farewells to dogwoods,
changing color early
under the watchful eye of
ever green and vibrant
live oaks,
living and strong
who shall remain behind.
Written on September 10, 2001
*smiles* “live oaks, living and strong who shall remain behind.” It conjures up the image of the little tree left standing next the the charred remains of the Pentagon. There is promise and comfort in resiliance of nature.
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Something is predictable: the changing of the seasons. In the chaotic world something is always “natural” Thinking of you my friend. Take care!
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As the cycles of the seasons, As the points of the directions, As the revolving of the earth Around a stationary sun. Life moves in predictable patterns, Soothing in constancy, Comforting in dependability, Invigorating in color and change, Reliable in foundation. To love Nature As a giving entity, Is solace into The ever-lasting eternity. ~~~ You are a won
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You are a wonderful and gifted poet, Oswego. Keyed to the heartbeat of this planet and Nature, with reaching fingers stirring in the seas, eyes relishing endless skies, and serenaded by the singing wind. Unlike our human counterparts at times, this is a constant source, Nature, of ceaseless wonder! Thank you for these beautiful poems.
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Beautiful poetry, Oswego. You know the south–its moods, its beauty, its seasons!
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sigh you should write one for the day after too my friend
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Beautiful… …taking me back to sanity.
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Such beautiful and gentle mental images written the day before our world exploded.
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that the world can be so beautiful is the heart of its paradox.
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I like this…who shall stay behind…I identified with that. You bring so much solace from nature to us. Thanks.
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I kept trying to post a note to you, but OD wasn’t working for me at all for several days. Your poem seems prophetic, doesn’t it? It’s very beautiful, speaking of life and death and change~ a meditiation in its clarity and connection to nature.
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Tried to leave you a note for the last couple days but OD wasn’t playing nice 😉 Thanx for sharing the poems…
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nice
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If there is one constant in our lives it is nature. Nature that outshines anything man conjures up. It brings to mind the saying: “Behold the lillies of the field. Yet they toil not. Even Soloman in all his glory cannot equal their beauty.” I know that is not a perfect quotation of the original, but you get the drift! Thanks for the notes, it’s good to be back!
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Lovely, dear Oswego. Quite amazing how laced with melancholy and loss though not surprising in light of when written. Sending a cyberhug as we grieve during this national tragedy.
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sensitive people always seem to pick up vibrations early. I wonder, did you dream on the tenth? just curious.
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Soothing vignettes of nature… Bramble (nsi)
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Thank you dear Oswego! These poems have brought a peace and serenity to my soul. I shall read them often and embrace the calm that they impart. The changing of the seasons, the assurance that life goes on, things constant and the durability of what remains behind~Beautifully & vividly written my friend.
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I especially like #1!
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among your best..Cait
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what can i say that hasn’t already been said? you write so quietly. i hope to one day write so quietly. so calmly. so. . .convincingly.
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like this: swaying so gently, soothing the breeze.
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Reading this now, knowing it was written the 10th, is real strange! As always your poems are so serene and bring calm to my mind. It’s like the “nocturnes” (night music) by Chopin which also fill the air with this gentle peaceful sound. Beautiful!
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