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Below are the all-time best Justin Clason poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Hint of Red and Yellow

A hint of red and yellow
Amongst a sea of green
A sign that change is coming
To the forest canopies

This morn's air is slightly chilled
Much more than in past months
And squirrels scurry 'cross the ground
Collecting all their nuts

There are no children playing
Nor in the swimming pools
The streets are calm and quiet
For they've all gone back to school

Some have dug out their hoodies
And others long sleeve shirts
And some have traded off their shorts
For Pants and longer skirts

The corn too, has turned colors
From green to wilted brown
And bonfires are blossoming 
Like ember flowers from the ground

Ciders and hot chocolate
And flavors of pumpkin spice
And the beers at Oktoberfest
Well, they Taste just as nice

The full moon rises larger
Signs of harvest in the air
And the deer become skittish
With bow season drawing near

The sky itself seems different
It's  shades of grey and blue
And the sun that hides behind the clouds
Tells us fall will be here soon

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Rain On Rannoch Moor

A misty Scottish gale blows fierce
From the grey that clouds the hills
I step onto her western way
Desolate, damp and chilled

Her grasses grow brown and lavender
Stretching as far as I can see
While Hill tops and the horizon
Lead me deep into a peaty sea

From the banks of black Loch Tula
At the base of rocky Bens,
I walk this winding pathway 
Bearing forward to Ba bridge

I stop to survey the ruins
That were once, hardier than I
And climb up to a mountain's  pass
with Glencoe in my sights

The Buachaille and Beinn a' Chrulaiste
Towers high out from the fog
Herding me towards the gateway
Of the Glen and from the bog 

And yet that cold wind continues
Against me all the while
And the rain blows much harder
Urging me to turn away

But the Highland call has taken me
From far enough away
That I see the moor's true beauty
Even on this rainy day.

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The Old Pond

An old pond full of plops 
with jumping fish and Bobber drops
From my pole, As I cast a line
I sit to watch the clouds blow by
A snapping turtle rises up
His leathery head, like a log
He takes a breathe then slips below
A trail of bubbles as he goes
And the frogs leap to and from
Singing songs of clicks and croaks
"Spring peepers" we used to call
For they announce the winters thaw
Even the trees now seem alive
Their woody branches stretching high
Towards the sun to soak it in 
Their leaves rustling with the wind
The grasses along its outer flanks
Drift and flow like green sea waves
And wild flowers wave hello
As bumble bees feed on nectar flows
Today's a day I meant for work
But changed my mind and off I took
To sit beside this old pond
Of which I've grown so very fond

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A Storm In June

A crack of thunder splits a humid June sky,
shattering into millions of tiny droplets
to the the ground
a desperately needed respite from the early summers heat.
I belonged out here
I knew this as I observed the sugar maples dancing with a pre-storm breeze
as if the world were breathing a sigh 
inviting me to stay. 
A whisper so soft you could only sense it
  The silvery undersides of their leaves 
turning in the wind
  The charge across your skin as distant lightning flashes then dies with 
  a rumble that shutters the atmosphere
  The smell of fresh sprinkles sizzling on the black top
  The sound of splashing boots in muddy puddles
  The taste of raindrops on your lips
While others waited for sunny skies
It was these moments that were for me
When the trails were empty
And the cloud tops high 
catching every puffy curve in creamy golden hews
 Reminding me all the time
That I belonged out here

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A Winter Sleep

I wake, to frosty air upon my face
As I lay, in down encased
I gaze upon the nylon’s glow
This morning light that signals snow
Reflected by the outside cover
Which still falls, I soon discover
I hear it drop upon my tent
The softest touch, as fingertips
It slips and falls and piles high
From my shelter to my delight
I yearn to move and start my day
But cold crisp air bodes well to wait

Strange, you may think to sleep like this
Strange, you don’t, I must insist
To see such beauty, with its virgin hue
And I, like the first man, this forest knew
To leave a trail and step alone
And blaze a path and travel home
Even now with covers tight
I wouldn’t trade for warm sunlight

With spring comes the awful crowd
Who have never heard the winter’s howl
And never seen the stars so bright
Or the moonlit snow on a winter’s night
They will never know the forest’s grace
That comes from waking, with frosty air upon your face

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Tales

A wispy tail flicks
Dancing for unwary prey
A tale of hunger

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Space Men

They touched the sky like gods
And broke the great firmament
Then beyond
Riding on thunder and fire 
To see the stars as they are
And live between worlds
Received by Apollo, who
Is lonelier than we thought

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The Visitor

I am a traveler
Not through distance, but time
Watching the past as I wait

From deaths door I spy
Relative to us each
A traveler through time and space

You, too young to notice
And I, too busy to see
A visitor, sharing our moment

Holding my dozing daughter
As time is no longer linear
One last smile, from deaths door

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Rain Coat

Dripping beads of water
Slip down from my rain coat
They try to find a way under
Perhaps, escaping from the cold
But here, there is no sanctuary
Nor a sympathetic eye
For my coats synthetic nature
Is sure to keep me dry
Not for long, you see
Nature will always find a seam
But just for these few minutes
Is really all I need

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The End of a Rainbow

I found the end of a rainbow
It wasn't so hard to find
One day it just occurred to me
that Ive never even tried

Now, I was told when I was young
It's all about the relationship
Of where you stand, and of the sun
That you can see, but could not touch
Raindrops and sunlight
And refractions and such

And I believed it, just as they had
And never bothered to look
Until one day, i seen a rainbow
it seemed just close enough to touch
I couldn't help myself
And put my boots to work 

I crossed wet earth and swollen streams,
Passing people hiding under trees
I left the roads, and through the hills
I climbed slick rocks and boulder fields

Until, there it was 
With waterfalls, and swimming holes
That flowed from Rhododendron hills
Blooming purple and pinkish red
Mountain mist that turned to honey wine
All dipped in rays of warm sunshine

Although, I never did find a pot of gold
 But I didn't mind, 
I found what I was looking for
And proved it could be done
And that was just enough