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The ashen wind fills wafts of day
that hides the sun, then drops away
into the early Autumn sky,
perhaps to dream, or just to die
like one leaf falling from a pear,
it stirs a final dream so fair,
a dream turning bleak reason’s flow,
it knows not which byway to go
through wrapped fields of taunting rain
it wanders, then comes back again
like beats winging the Autumn air,
so wondrously beyond compare.
The swans of life stir ever on,
and when the breaths of day is gone
they tumble through her mist- filled night,
as late dusk's jaws begin to bite.
The crying of a lonely night,
pine's branches drooping moonlit white
as sighing winds touch heaven’s gate,
without the need to stand and wait
for every roaming rainclouds' stare,
she needs to ask the why or where
in moments when pain veils her face
so sullen, yet so full of grace;
as her swan wings clutch twilight's hues
dripping tears from September's dues
yet, eyes open their crystal plumes
with hopes of flowers' newborn blooms
Contest: Joyce Johnson's The Rhyming Game
By: nette onclaud
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Summer had her delights
With sunny days, warm nights.
Fall brings a little chill
Cool nights, frost on high hills.
Colors change upon trees
This for most surely please.
Now is time for amour
Did view you from afar
Now will learn who you are.
Long to ride upon your back
Hold your mane, feel your tack..
Contest: "Two To Fourteen"
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Driving to my job one February day,
Watching how the sky made everything seem gray.
I felt a little glum and uninspired.
Sunshine and verdant springtime I desired.
A shaft of light appeared from overhead.
It was as if my thoughts were being read!
Mesmerized, I gazed at the brilliant white.
Tinged with gold, it flooded sky with light.
I drove on, but a new thought filled my mind.
My happy spring would not be far behind.
Written 2/2/13 for Seren Roberts' Shaft of Light Contest
When moonlight flows through the white of trees
In ways the boughs are draped with chilly breeze,
An orchestra of whistling strides and feet unfurl
Beneath curved plate of heavens set in dewy pearl.
Lilacs heady with iced glow in crystal dress
Through branches crackling in a season well pressed,
By Winter Fairy whose gardens have neatly arranged
A gathering of pinkish smiles warmly exchanged.
Along streets where creatures hide against the cold
Bright lamplights glow with my struts waltzing bold,
Then in quietude, I pause to marvel at this jeweled sight
Enchanted by magic of my steps into the frosty night
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Brian Strand's Any 2011 Poem
By: nette onclaud
nature sings softly her lively recital
everything is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
movements weary tiles for a spring paviour
thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance
a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound
few snowdrops, celandine, white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle
appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking
the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate
Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade
Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced
Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow
Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze
Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
Oh tears of winter’s white weeping
knit your frigid shawl upon the trees.
Cold agonies cease your bold, bold creeping
and waste your fate upon the breeze.
Oh sky of flake’s fancy flaunting
cease your silent relentless display.
Swarm of faces ever undaunting,
catch the wind and fly away.
Oh night of soft snow shaking
your drifting coat of icy down.
And in the dawn before awaking
winter sleeps in her finest gown.
Oh warmth of slanted solstice sun
take winter from its long, long shiver.
And before your shining is done
ease winter into a rushing river.