Monday, November 21, 2022
Poems of the outdoors
My Dad wrote a haiku that is so true. The picture above shows why I would do this-- there is no light like that coming from those you love. Here is his poem:
Mark would go outdoors
and look in at the warmth of
our Christmas dinner.
and look in at the warmth of
our Christmas dinner.
Christine wrote, too:
Morning, late autumn,
Trees stand bare against the sky
Early light, sun rise.
Trees stand bare against the sky
Early light, sun rise.
As did Desiree:
Outside the classroom
Through my window, I see where
I wish I could be.
Through my window, I see where
I wish I could be.
And the Medievalist:
Long absent cool air,
And floods the space around me,
Take off my jacket.
And floods the space around me,
Take off my jacket.
I loved this one from Craig:
Gather morning press,
Moon and stars in late fall sky
Light the dark driveway.
Moon and stars in late fall sky
Light the dark driveway.
And we got an intriguing anonymous entry:
The dying sun at far
The shining star staring at her beauty
Talked to her with compassion.
The shining star staring at her beauty
Talked to her with compassion.
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Have always loved the photo you posted. Has the feeling of a Norman Rockwell without being able to see the people. It emotes a feeling and allows one to imagine what might be happening within the subtle light.
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