November 6th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- There were clouds in every shade of gray imaginable
- and just one patch of robin’s-egg blue
- showing that there are two sides to everything
- even the autumn sky;
- low slung clouds,
- fringed with the icy tips of impending winter;
- billowing with inner winds that threaten to break through,
- allowing the first pin feathers of snow to cascade to the ground.
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October 7th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- The intruder broke security
- The stillness in dead of night
- The honking cacaphony
- Alerted geese in Southern flight
- Who looked below with watchful eye
- But seeing no brethren in distress
- Added to the melody
- With raucous noisiness
- We woke and peered through window shades
- Leery of seeing the aftermath
- And there on the top of our honking car
- Sat our very own cat who was taking a bath.
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September 22nd, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- Did you see the cloud, love?
- One, big cottony sail
- Lying so still against an azure sea
- Moving now, gently on summer’s sweet sigh
- Billowing in muted grays and violets
- Alive with golden streaks of light…
- Did you see the trees, love?
- Tall sentinels of summer
- Stately in their emerald robes
- Swaying now, wildly choreographed by gusty breath
- Gem by gem discarded in earthy dance
- Swirling to the beat of summer storm…
- Did you see the rainbow, love?
- One spectral palette
- Translucent arc on silver canvas
- Vibrant, overflowing, bursting into two
- Demurely now, evanescing under azure brush
- As sun recaptures the repose of summer sky…
- Did you see the cloud, love?
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September 21st, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- In the autumn, there is sorrow,
- For tomorrow never comes,
- And all too soon becomes today.
- Blossoms fade
- As summer finishes her tapestry
- And slips away.
- Amid rustle of falling leaves
- She goes.
- Her leaves,
- The golden memories
- That warm us as we face impending snow.
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September 17th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- “Red sky in the morning,
- Sailors take warning.”
- Only a wives tale, I know.
- In the wake of the rising sun
- The pink clouds glisten
- Like wispy waves in a sea of blue.
- The mocking bird sits high on the wire.
- Overwhelmed by his song,
- He dives into the sky
- And emerges victorious with new tales to tell.
- Tranquil moments
- To share with you.
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