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Dancing Rose-Gold

August 18, 2017

It’s that time of year again.

In a dim light...

—∞—

Each morning
Early
As though awakening
The lake
Comes alive
 
An opening movement
Two ducks
In formation
Quietly chatting
Whisk by just above the water
 
A single gull appears
Overhead
Looking, searching
Its wings
Pink with the rising sun
 
Far off
A loon begins its day
Black-green head
Sharp, wet bill
Glistening
 
On the bunkhouse wall
A dance
Rose-gold reflection
Sun grazing the water
Finding its way into the room
 
A noiseless waltz
Sometimes partnered
Leaf shadows
Gentle
In a morning breeze

© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins

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A seamless series of nows

May 31, 2017

Slightly darker
On the pale carpet of the bunkhouse
My socks are located
In the dim light
I get dressed

It’s that point
Neither night nor day
Muted even further
By towering trees
In the woods

An eastern horizon
Gives no hint of daybreak
Nor any hint of what the day may hold
What a seamless series of nows
May present

©2017 Thomas W. Cummins

Stay With Me

February 10, 2017

Sharing as much light as she can, an early morning full moon gently placed a bright square upon our bedroom wall.

A was reminded of this earlier post.

In a dim light...

——

Beckoning full moon
Flirting behind soaring pines
Morning rendezvous

 © 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

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Another Season

September 21, 2016

I heard it fall
It was just a leaf
A tiny dried leaf
Yet when it fell
Alone on the wood porch
I stopped

On that warm, sunny, summer day
A slight chill
Fall foreshadowed
Another season
Suddenly present

© 2016 Thomas W. Cummins

Analemma

June 29, 2016

It’s that time of year again. Always eye-catching, thought-provoking.

In a dim light...

 

Analemma

 
The other morning
The Pieta
A small replica
On a shelf
Found by the sun
Bright and full
 
The sun
Straddling the culminating point
Of its northward journey
Peeks through the window
Just so
Twice each year
 
Just before
Shortly after
The summer solstice
For a couple of days
It warms
That lower shelf
 
Why the intrusion?
That draws my eyes
An intrusion
Into my time
My time for solitude, contemplation
An intrusion

© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

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Northern Lake: A Chorus of Color in Four Movements

June 11, 2015

I felt a need to re-visit this post from a few years ago. There is a magic about early morning at a lake in the north woods of Minnesota. Beyond words, actually, but one can try.

In a dim light...

— — —

Pink cloud band’s
Purple tone
Borne on liquid
Swells
Vanishes
 
Golden streak announcing
Sun rising
Clouds gathering
Sun dissolving
Gone
 
Then, faint
Faint gray
Faint gray waves
Emerging – a pulse
Morning
 
Now, pale
Yellowish-pink hues
Lake silver-blue
Calm
Nearly glass

 © 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

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