North woods of Minnesota
Smoke
Haze
Deep red-orange rising sun
Shining through the effect
Of Canada’s wildfires
Reflecting a gray sky
The lake below is calm
On the surface comes a disturbance
A boat’s wake
Catches the sun’s iridescence
And for a moment
Like a fluorescent orange molten metal
The rays are stirred into
Slate gray water
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Following last night’s storms here in the woods by the lake, a reprise of an earlier post.
Going through boxes and boxes of stuff in preparation for downsizing during the next decade, or so.
I was quite young when I wrote this. Perhaps it was 55 years ago. Nevertheless, here it is
It’s that time of year again.
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Each morning© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
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
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.
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Beckoning full moon Flirting behind soaring pines Morning rendezvous© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
