Tag: nature
member name: Virginia M.
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November 06, 2006 03:14 AM EST --
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CLOUDS
Covering darkly the face of the sun sometimes, and other times only
Lending whimsical character to the sky, clouds
Often help depict the various moods of change Mother Nature . . .
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October 01, 2006 03:28 PM EDT --
Autumns' Sun in golden haze,
Shines out on shorter days,
Lengthened shadow colors all,
As cattle's gathered in their stall.
The harvester brings in his bounty,
Of wheat that he . . .
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September 29, 2006 01:32 PM EDT --
Trees shed their glory,
As squirrels fill their pantries.
The weather changes.
Southward bound birds give warning,
Soon winters' breath will freeze all.
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November 27, 2006 01:58 PM EST --
Voluptuous mountains
rise to peaks,
desiring,
a gentle caress
from cloud-draped skies,
and all the while,
voyeurs' eyes
follow
the contour,
watching the brazen display, . . .
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February 26, 2007 09:39 PM EST --
Birds fly with new twigs
Water laps at islands’ feet
Mountains rise in joy
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November 12, 2006 10:54 AM EST --
Rambunctious children,
all boys, except one,
running, romping, roaming
over the countryside.
exploring.
going past the neighbors'
pine tree boundary,
following the well marked path
to creek-side. . . .
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October 23, 2006 08:59 AM EDT --
I was at the bus stop with my grandson. I watched as the traffic went by, making whirlwinds with the leaves. Than they would fall back into the ditch. Thus the scene repeated, as morning travelers were . . .
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November 10, 2006 12:22 PM EST --
SUNSET
Shadows fall into darkness,
Undauntedly forcing days' end, having
No recourse, but one last
Stance, revealing beauty with
Elegant majesty,
The sun gives its own epitaph.
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November 11, 2006 11:41 PM EST --
cold,
icy,
mountain creek,
gurgling, bubbling, bouncing along,
in early spring,
gives home to crawdads,
and salamander-
the first is searched for,
the other shunned,
as I sit,
crouched . . .
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November 15, 2006 11:29 AM EST --
There is something about this season that entices me, draws me out, with primal urges, begging me, "Come out and enjoy..". I have always been this way. Maybe I can attribute it to a country . . .
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September 29, 2006 12:10 PM EDT --
Dispoasable cameras can be a great teaching tool for small children. Go for little walks or go exploring in your own yard. If the child can't quite yet work the buttons, let him/her decide . . .
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October 01, 2006 08:41 PM EDT --
The summer past,
the heat beguiled,
rapturous love,
and heart filled passion,
all to the tune of,
monotone rhythm,
of rain,
soft against hard,
and then gone,
as dandelions gone to seed,
upon . . .
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October 08, 2006 08:18 PM EDT --
I dig into the earth, striving to gain some advantage
over the hard packed dirt,
laced with rough-edged stones.
Three packets of seeds left
from Spring planting,
laying aside, waiting, waiting.
Clouds . . .
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October 21, 2006 12:10 PM EDT --
The glorious sun shakes her head.
The fog lifts.
Day arrives as a dignitary,
in great splendor,
colorful,
dressed in the finest array,
with more promise,
than a politicians' . . .
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October 07, 2006 07:15 PM EDT --
I sit upon my balcony,
Surrounded by the night,
Upon my shoulders, darkness lay,
As a maidens' courting shawl,
And the night sounds become a gentleman,
And replicates his southern . . .
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January 25, 2007 12:58 AM EST --
Sky
Birds,
Mountains,
Trees,
Valleys,
Me.
Sand,
Foam,
Waves,
Coral,
Fishes,
Sea.
Birds swooping down,
from blue, to blue.
Their toil brings their daily meals.
I, in awe, watch the show. . . .
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March 06, 2007 07:21 AM EST --
I wakened,
to the sound
of crows fussing,
in the early
mist of dawn.
Then they hushed,
as if their work
had been done,
and I was left, alone,
with no comfort.
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July 30, 2007 09:20 PM EDT --
The wind flirts in the valley, below the mountain range,
where the farmer with his plow, spreads wide his fallow carpet,
at the hem of the willows' gown.
The willow, dressed in elegance . . .
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February 13, 2007 11:42 PM EST --
Please critique. Thank you.
Thunder sounds over distant planes,
as lightning flashes in the village square.
Passion rises and falls,
in rhythm to native drums.
Seasons’ . . .
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February 24, 2007 07:57 PM EST --
Please, critique.
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