Little stars
shine under
the water
like
tiny specks
of
glimmering
moonlight
showing us
the beauty
of
the sea
BITTERSWEET (A PARADELLE FOR AUTUMN)
Gone is the bird song that once filled the sky
Gone is the bird song that once filled the sky
Now the wind moans low like lovers in need
Now the wind moans low like lovers in need
In need like a lover, that once filled the sky
Gone is the bird now like a low moan of wind
We have gleaned from the earth its bountiful fruit
We have gleaned from the earth its bountiful fruit
The fields are empty, the harvest is in
The fields are empty, the harvest is in
In the harvest gleaned of its bountiful fruit
From the earth we have empty fields
The leaves are beautiful in their dying
The leaves are beautiful in their dying
This is the swan song of earth
This is the swan song of earth
In their swan song dying
the leaves of earth are beautiful
The sky we have gleaned, empty as bird song
fields the leaves beautifully, in the harvest
dying, bountiful fruit gone, once
of earth in need like a lover’s swan song
filled by the low moans of wind
Plant or mineral or child.? Or older; gunpowder plutonium ' heavy water
That can split boulders.' Time and
Opportunity day through night; many
Gifts are encompassed, if i am but
Half right? elecric, kinetic, frission
And mice.' All grist to some millers of
Averice and vice.. All have been made
Mechandise, bones renderd down, to
Glue for whatever.? Every country each
Town, A price on each atom of life as
Rationale, seems the hallmark of
Achivement to so many; somehow.? I
See it could be different.' I'll propose to
Offer this view.? Damn.!! The cost of such
Exposure; though. Means my initiatve will
Not make it out to you.'
yellow green with pops of red
Rubenesque pregnant leaves on trees
rounded strokes
balls in balloon colors
oranges and lemons
mangos and peaches
cheerful potted plants in clay pots
tobacco rolled in the distance
white manor house with matching shed
enjoying their exciting fruitful bounty
this art gives me a lift, makes me want to skip
my energy increases on every glance
is that watermelon?
Wow!
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autumn's golden hush~
crimson leaves cling to wet bark,
whispering their thanks.
the table bends with bounty;
yet, the fullest thing is grace.
What of life’s bounty will a long life ensure?
What value is purpose as life we endure?
Is it beauty, talent, or money we need?
Is it fame or glory, or some secret creed?
From the dawns early light ‘til twilight’s sunset,
Which way shall I travel, which way’s my best bet?
“Is all I am that which I eat”, someone once said.
Or am I the thoughts coming out of my head?
We can’t take it with us; it must not be things.
Surely, it’s not houses, or cars, or jeweled rings,
It must be intrinsic, memories, and such.
The things that our hearts long for so much.
If a long life with purpose is what’s in store,
We’ll be taking much less and giving much more.
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Juneberries
sweetish juneberries
grow where wildness softly weaves
awake summer scents,
hidden treasure amidst leaves
wholesome bounty of nature.
Beige and frosty fields of autumn seasons' remembrance,
we gather the bounty for celebrating thanksgiving of life.
gardens overflow
hungry patrons full tummies
full spread at table
A sonorous sound pierced through the tranquil night,
A melodious song filtered into his sleep,
He was awakened by the glorious symphony,
He could hear the rhythmic flow of water,
He looked through his window that overlooked a lake,
Immaculate swans moved in a circle,
They shook their heads as they sang,
They glowed under the moonlight,
Tears streamed down his eyes,
Nature had come to mop up his gloom.
February 24, 2024.
when being Mounty
would come to Brunswick County
to collect a bounty
HMS Bounty
destroyed at sea
hurricane
HMS Bounty
movie ship
lost at sea
Dates, figs... apricots...
Pomegranates too... a lot...
~ Tabernacle time
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Sukkoth, Israel's Harvest Fest-
ival, begins Sunday night,
October 16 and runs for 7
nights and 7 days. Orthodox
Jews, from financier to farmer,
live in tabernacles (booths)
during this joyous festival.
Autumn's bounty now waits in the fields.
Sowers and keepers of the crops are
Now replaced by energetic reapers.
Dry and ready for the combine;
Brown and ripe for the harvesting;
The corn to feed the world;
The soybeans to ease hunger;
Cotton to cloth all mankind.
Like a kid fixated in wonderment,
I stop and stare along the roadside;
Observing massive machines of steel,
Rolling along the dusty fields,
Cutting and threshing and separating
the seed from the hull; corn from cobs.
The big rigs are loaded and heading
to the storage bends and buyers.
091622PS
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