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October 1, 2012 “gold”

October 1, 2012 “gold”

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silhouettes of crows cawing

at the hunting hawk

scattering songbirds from thistle and bush

into the blue sky of autumn

gold autumn

crisp, sharp, gold, autumn

the westing sun flows gold

to the edges of the valley

shimmering trees of gold

leaves, glittering flecks of gold

in silence break free from bowing branches

casting themselves gently upon a river

reflections of gold mountains

and trees and leaves

and air painted gold by the sun

the distant crow caws

at the hunting hawk

the blue sky

the gold earth

and autumn

©tlh 10/1/12

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September 5, 2012 “born a Southerner”

born a Southerner”

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it’s one of those evenings

thick, heavy, nearly liquid

familiar in the south

to folks down here

lying languid beneath magnolia and mimosa blossoms

and a colorless low hanging sky

straining with distant thunder to release cooling rain

a handful of drops at a time

scattered by a teasing breeze

a yellow moon and steam

rises off still warm fields and tarred gravel roads

the din of a million jarflies drowns the song

of the mockingbird and the whippoorwill

the phwup, phwup, phwup of a back-porch ceiling fan

offers relief

not from heat

but from night bugs

I crunch another ice cube

it melts on my tongue

I’m at peace

and thankful

to be born a Southerner

©tlh 9/4/2012

August 8, 2012 “pencils and pens”

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pencils and pens

standing on ends

some down

some up

in an old pewter cup

leads are broken and dull

ink leaked and dried

like forgotten flowers

petalless in a vase

stems all askew and aside

neglected poems and letters

love stories untold

unwritten beginnings and ends

left in a cupful of pencils and pens

© tlh 8/8/2012

July 7, 2012 “june bug”

 “june bug”

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june bug buzzing to and fro and to

like he’s wandering crazy without a clue

of where he’s going or what to do

when he arrives

if he does keep his buzz

buzzing and that hum humming

as he circles and dives

risking the lives of himself and the others

his june bug brothers

bumbling and tumbling

in the humbling heat of southern july

the june bug dodges through wavering mirages

in a constant veer

a wild career

staying right side up out of the grass

and out ahead

of a lad or lass with nimble fingers

and a length of thread

©tlh 7/7/2012

 

 

 

June 1, 2012 “flood”

 

June 1, 2012 “flood”

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flood

from a thousand places

a storm traces its way into a river

heavy clouds of darkness bursting

weeping torrents

sweeping

pieces of lives and lives in pieces

torn and tumbling between the groaning banks

to be thrown back into the boiling fray

water rushing under too many bridges

in time

soon lost and too far away

in the turmoil flowing

away

away

while life stands still in the rain

©tlh 6/1/12

April 20, 2012 “thoughts on my daughter’s birthday”


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daughter to father

is sunrise in the gloaming

golden beam of light

morning glory awaking

as dew drops glisten

lavender breezes blowing

beneath a blue sky

soft sounds of songbirds singing

to the yellow sun

fields of wildflowers blooming

blossoms of laughter

gentle rain on verdant hills

sweet water of life

©tlh 4/20/12

March 20, 2012 “evening”

 “evening”

.

as I reclined on the porch

watching the mountains

relax from green into purple

evening sidled up on a gentle breeze

wearing pale coral and azure

with the fragrance of springtime

.

she softly slipped into the old chair next to me

left vacant by the setting sun

in the heat of day

she breathed a quiet sigh

of feathery clouds

and cherry blossom

.

we sat for a while in silence

contented to listen

to a mockingbird wooing his love

and a chorus of spring peepers

serenading down by the creek

we spoke not a word in our peaceful repose

 .

serenely as she arrived

she arose to leave

as she went she asked

shall I get the lights?”

I nodded sleepily

night fell to the rising moon

I slept

 

tlh 3/20/12