Archive for the ‘Nature’ Category
And simply lovely
September 28, 2013
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Musical
Lyrical
Nearly magical
Little voices in cheerful banter
Like children on the far shore
Or puppies romping at play
But it’s a gathering of loons
Far out on the lake
Quietly talking with each other
About their summer
Or their long, solo flights south
Perhaps about wintering in the Gulf
Musical
Lyrical
Nearly magical
And simply lovely
Apophatic Morning Stillness
August 15, 2013—∞—
In the screen house Under the trees Overlooking the lake An hour before sunrise How does one describe A stillness so complete The tiniest leaf In motionless silhouette Against water Tinged blue, pinkish-peach Hopeful, tranquil Waiting Stillness, but not silence A loon’s plaintive call Hum of car tires on a road Hidden deep in the hills across the lake Circular liquid remnant Far from shore Unnoticed, unheard Fish breaking the surface Chilled Time to go into the cabin Grateful, blessed, a gift Daybreak© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
A Small Signal From the Wood’s Edge
August 4, 2013—∞—
Even on a sunny day It’s dark at the lawn’s edge Where the undergrowth begins At the foot of the hill The edge of the woods A small signal of some kind Flashes from that shadowy realm What could it be? Horton isn’t here to interpret Or explain tiny messages What could it be? My mind goes racing Imagination fills To overflowing What reason would reject A tiny village is there A candle in the window The cell window of a monk Working by candlelight Transcribing, copying, praying Sun glints off blades As skaters Circle a frozen pond On a crisp Late afternoon A damsel In a castle keep Her mirror Signaling Her lover Approaching I found a fragment The least bit of a leaf On a silken thread Moving in the breeze© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Nowhere To Be Found
July 24, 2013A sleepy afternoon in the north woods. If my muse came along, she is nowhere to be found. But I shall make the best of it and settle down with Team of Rivals.
Ancient Feelings
April 5, 2013—∞—
O, waning crescent Where are you heading? The morning is clear, crisp Dawn is breaking You appear to be leaving Won’t you stay to welcome the day? In your fullness rising Large Golden Warm Romantic You welcome our evenings Your presence is everywhere A sharp beam on a glassy lake Silvery lamé on a wind-tossed sea Hanging over a southbound river like a lantern Climbing over a stadium wall during a game Shining on an airplane’s wing In your fullness Your stay around all night Making tree shadow patterns on the snow Casting twig-laced squares on the bedroom floor Flirting from behind the pines As morning draws near You startled me one night In a canyon … in Utah I was asleep Under the stars You suddenly peeked over the towering, sheer, red wall Your desert brightness unrestrained. Remember? But, for now, you are leaving Each month you give us A warm evening greeting A chilly morning farewell We know all about lunar cycles But our ancient feelings prevail© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
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