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Days of Summer


Simple joys of summer
Simple things that make me smile
Come gently to my mind
Telling me, stay awhile
Stay awhile, beneath a tree
That’s beneath a fluffy cloud
Beneath a huge blue sky
Stay awhile, hum aloud.
Let the thunder boom
Smell the summer rain
Breath in the honeysuckle
That blooms once again.
Hold his hand and walk away
Pass the trail, pass the stream
Pause to look at the sunset
Stop to look at some dream.
And as the fireflies simmer
Once the rainclouds depart
These simple joys of summer
Will warm your autumn heart.

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Seasonal Denial


Invisible demon
cloaked in leaves,
why do you take them away?
These golden yellow mementos of summer,
are all that we have
to reminisce a summer day.

By who’s bidding
are you so relentless
tossing and turning the leaves around?
with what spite,
with what reasoned glee
do you throw them to the ground?

wearing padded feet
bearing frosty breath
you slyly come to my door.
I hear the knocks
but what if I wont open it
to you anymore?

Chuckling devil
your plans wont work
you think winter will now start.
but all my friends say
haven’t you heard?
It’s always summer in my heart.

Sights and Sounds of Summer


The chirping of small birds. The cooing of a cuckoo. The splashing of ducks. The ripple of water hitting the bank. The sounds of the breeze through green leaves. The buzzing of flies. Children running. The faint whish of a Frisbee. The turning wheels of a bicycle. The ripple of water across a pond. The reflection of the green grass on it. The humidity of the air. The delayed setting of the sun. The lushness of a lawn. The wavering of a brand new twig. The filtering sunlight through leaves. The slanting evening sun on the grass. The roosting of crows. The satisfied sigh at the end of a long day :).

In Passing


Autumn’s leaving the blue ridge mountains, and since I have my PhD qualifiers coming up.. I find time to write  this, in passing.

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To yellow leaves in an october sky
stark and fresh in a backdrop so blue
does the wind rustling in the autumn trees
sing the same song to me as you?

To the patchwork quilt ouside my window
laid bare on the grass by an autumn rain
From over the streams that sparkle so clear
does the golden sunlight seem just as near?

To a speck of dust, now shining bright
caught in a ray above the floor
by a golden beam from a sunset far
who would now knock on my door?

Would if a prayer from deep in my heart
delay your fall by one more day,
allowing me a companion for a beat longer
under my feet, and along my way.

Reluctance


…Ah, when to the heart of man

  Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

  To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

  Of a love or a season?

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary. 5

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary. 10

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary. 15

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Was touched by the simplicty of the poem and it’s theme.

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