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Lydia Brescia Poem
Autumn
Fall
won't last long at all
Red-gold sun touched
cant seem to get enough.
Brisk, breath clear,
closes out another year.
Wind sweeps,
leaves free,
of mooring held fast this year.
Seasons blend
Calling winters breath,
trees do, need their rest.
Wildlife surry
filling their nests.
The white blanket approaches,
Mother earth sighs,
drifting off to sleep.
LGB
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There lies a location with an Emerald Doorway
leading to a shared past.
Waiting for it's own children to visit.
We slipped thru the portal again this summer,
Jacquie, I and another child, her son Joe.
Immediately, I sensed decades of joy surrounding us
And heard the echoes of our horses hoofs
tamping down the path.
Undisturbed, the path lay awaiting our return.
Fertile earth delighting to feel our familiar tread..
The ancient beech, carved with our milestones,
stood sentinel over our clearing.
Sunbeams lighted the moss, remembering long
conversations.
Gnarly grapevines dangling memories of our Grasps,
ready to swing over the ravine, into our past.
Inviting us to a smokey treat, flavored by long ago.
A musical voice...the stream, called to our
remembering and our playfulness...
urging us to slide it blue-smooth slate
Among the creatures, salamanders, crayfish and
minnows, staring in wide-eyed wonder at seeing us again.
into our swimming hole, waiting to baptize us in
the wonderment of nature... to carry with us,
Our childhood home.
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Copyright © Lydia Brescia | Year Posted 2014
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Giant Mesa’s have gray,
Elephant- footed talus slopes.
That seem to be padding toward
The highway.
Tumbleweeds play along their toes
And one, bullied by the wind,
Flies like a hawk to land
Where tumbleweeds never see!
This one lands akimbo on the
Never-ending electrical wires,
It’s belly blazing in the sun
Noticing a view from above
Seeing anew the world that it loves!
This tumbleweed waits in wonder
For another blast to set it free
All the while, the others
are keeping watch beneath.
The winds of change blow
and the tumbleweed
risks the jump, files through the air
and lands with a skip and a bump.
Her fellow plantlets give her a wild name
Happily she rolls along showing them a game.
New paths, seen from above
New paths to new places
New paths for races
The game of life goes on
By Lydia Grace Brescia March 29, 2011
Copyright © Lydia Brescia | Year Posted 2011
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BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011
FOXTAIL TRAILS
THE GENTLE WIND TOUCHES FOXTAILS OUTLINING THIS COUNTRY ROAD.
THEY GLISTEN WITH SUNLIGHT POINTING OUT A DIRECTION YET UNTRIED.
LIFE BECKONS LIKE THAT, TO THE UNBEATEN PATH, TO SEE IF WE GET BY
GENTLE URGES ARE TAPPING US, TO SEE IF WE CAN DROP OUR WORRIES AND FLY
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FOXTAILS HAVE A BAD REP. THEY COME IN SOFT N GREEN, GLIMMERING IN THE SUN
AND BURN, PRICKLY IN THEIR OLD AGE.
NEXT THING YOU KNOW AN UNSUSPECTING ANIMAL HAPPILY GOES BY AND FOXTAIL JUMPS AND HITCHES A RIDE! THE ANIMAL STOPS AND THUMPS UPON ITS’ RUMP
TO SCRATCH THAT FOXTAIL AWAY…WHEREUPON THAT FOXTAIL BURROWS IN THE GROUND TO SLEEP AND DREAM OF ITS’ ONE WONDERFUL RIDE!.
IN THE SPRING A SOFT GENTLE RAIN AWAKENS FOXTAIL FROM ITS’ DREAM, IT GROWS AND GROWS AND POINTS IT’S TOES AND STICKS ITS’ HEAD IN THE WIND !
BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011
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THE WINDS OF CHANGE
You can see the Wind only in what it moves.
Tumbleweeds come alive, skipping across desert highways
They break apart and little ones take off for lives of their own.
The breeze whispers to them..of safe hollows in which to hide.
Tumbleweeds, like Tribbles, jouncing over veils of coral sand
Repositioning Mother Earth's Blanket
Covering what is...now, uncovering what...came before,
The sand snuggles in curves of skeletons past
Mute images of animal lives as they join the Parade of Seasons,
Past and Present, Ever Circling.
Change is always....something we can count on.
The Sun will rise again...
Bringing with it...The Winds of Change.
April 2009 Lydia Brescia
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MONSOON RIDE
Monsoon brings Ahhh, rain and cool and shade to me
In Desert heat.
Smiling, I await the treat
Lights flashing, thunder crashing
Dog cowers by my side.
I love the beat of thunder with
rat-tat-tat of rain.
I run outside with my arms flung wide
gathering cool raindrops on my hide.
Every year when weary of sun
blasting and searing,
it starts my yearning
for blessed monsoon
That lets my emotions Ride
wildly on Natures Tide. Lydia Brescia...2012
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High Desert sunset reds over my nearby saddle-back
Clouds make zigzag patterns of sky writing, whispering messages of longing.
Lazy spillover creek reflects reds and pinks, flowing past my RV Home
Candles and lanterns bring soft light and gentle moods.
Needs are few, wants many!
Smiles abound, dog wags sway with music all around
Frogs croak their joy, freed from their long hibernation
Mallards quack in harmony on the snow melt lake in this valley.
Plants reach up, pushing earth out of its way, searching for the light of day.
Night floats in tied to the full Moon............
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Standing at the Center of my Moment
While writing these lines
I think of all the worlds moments
Taking up the worlds time.
Grains of Sand in an hour glass
dropping moment by moment
filling every moment with memories
that make up our lives.
It's 4:00 a.m. here and a whole new day a world away.
It boggles my mind when I think of time.
While I write these words, somewhere folks
are swinging or cooking or swimming,
working, nuzzling, cuddling, walking, running!
Someone else is high tech. while I...
find my flashlight is best.
Teachers teaching us how to tell time
moment by moment a real gold mine.'
Bees are so busy collecting their honey
and Wolves howl at the moon.
Dogs bark as kittens play.
Out from the lake swims a Loon.
I wonder how a moment can hold all of it.
Maybe it's just that they swirl and spin
Time keeps on ticking
Each moment creating a din.
When I started to write this a few moments ago
I had no idea moments were like a big ol bowl!
Filled with memories that flow and flow.
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Tween lives...that's where cloud-maker dwells,
plying his wind-borne trade.
His companion...shadow-makers' busy
assigning shadows to escort storm clouds.
The pair, playing swift with natures strength,
they tumble and smooze
off craggy cliffs, ready to explore.
Sunlight pierces and shows the way
in glittering sunlit paths galore.
Shadows run rampant over the valley
blending and parting, as do we!
Windspeed propelled, they dance to
an ancient melody, folding and molding
till the storm is spent
And sun...melts the clouds away.
They then repent and behave again
and shadow with the time of day.
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Greens of my mid-western childhood, call me like a magnet.
Blue green of sagebrush country fills my vision of senior years
Full of my life's wisdom's.
Bold Northeast fall colors bring memories on grapevines
over the gentle maw of my childhood ravine.
Now I gaze at mountains near and rich tapestry of
woven western fall.
No pink, light polluted sky for me
I see a early evening velvet indigo sky
and twinkling Milky Way to guide
my pensive pen on its merry way
Great Azure sky roofs over the valley
and storms lightening far to see
over saddle back ridge, Not...just for me.
Copyright © Lydia Brescia | Year Posted 2012
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