Long Introspectionautumn Poems
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Along the northern highway,
Between the earth and sky,
My traveled soul is searching
For something left behind
It could be in the mountains
That cradled as I passed,
My younger heart too willing
To see your face at last
It could be in the rivers
That wound about the road,
Escaping to the forest
In silver streams of cold
It could be in the fields
That stretched to meet clouds,
So deathly gray and saddened
Above the sleeping towns
It could be in the tree tops
That found us lying there,
Amid the sacred silence
Of pine and autumn air
It could be in the fire
That roared within the hearth
Too long ago in winter
To warm this weary heart.
Like a warm summer’s day
her infectious smile
can melt even the most cynical heart,
Like the boisterous south easterly
that clears away the city’s fog
her mood sways from jubilant to poignant,
Like a thunderous night
that holds the promise of a beautiful day to follow
her anger melts like a glacier to form crystal streams,
Like the Indian monsoon
her tears flow without warning
drenching all thoughts,
Like the autumn leaves fall
so does her reticence
Like the icy Icelandic tundra
her aloofness
can be felt when she is betrayed…
Like a full moon promises change
so does her demeanor
when it comes to love,
Easily hurt
but just as easily loved…
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Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing!
Alone with sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing.
No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod,
Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God!
Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering!
I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering.
Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face,
Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space!
Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly!
The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky!
Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul,
As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol!
Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees!
Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze!
I'm awed by The Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray.
This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day!
Ah! To lie 'neath a shade nigh a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream!
Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky is solitude supreme!
I suppose that there are many folks who prefer mingling with the multitude,
But I treasure time alone to dream, write and muse in peaceful solitude!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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