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Autumn Is...

10/23/2019

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​Autumn is...
Leaves swirling on the wind
Golden sunsets
End of the nesting season
Migration
Pensive pause.
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Leaves  in the Wind  and   Golden Sunsets
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Autumn winds blow
 Leaves up from the ground,
Swirling high and low.
            
 They fly and swirl,
By outstretched  hands,
Beckon, dance and twirl.         
 
 Reach up, catch one,
Red, yellow or brown,
Gold against the sun.              
 
In on their breeze
 Fly new hopes and dreams,
 Opportunities.

-MW
 
This is the time of year
For sunsets gold.
The sun appears so near
As we grow old.

But just before it sets,
It flashes green,
Then disappears behind
The hills unseen.

And we too have the chance
To flash a light,
Perform a last dance,
Before the night.

​-MW
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​Leaves we are
Blown by the wind,
Burned by the sun,
And lost in the night.

​-JM
​​Blown with the Wind

We're back to the monotony of things,
We've come full circle,
The sixties are nostalgia,
The beatniks are no longer,
The hippies, the flower children
Have all flown with the wind.

We're back to the monotony of things,
We've come full circle,
The sixties are nostalgia,
The panaceas are no longer,
EST's encounters, rolfing and TM
Have all l\blown with the wind.

We're back to the monotony of things,
We've come full circle,
The sixties are nostalgia.
\The brotherhoods are no longer,
Manson's family,Jones' temple and Synanon
Have all blown with the wind.

We're back to the monotony of things,
But only for a spell!
We've come full circle,
But only to go full circle!

Poets and dreamers, rebels and minstrels,
Paradise seekers and god lovers, prophets and gurus,
Have all blown with the wind,
But only in time to return with the wind!
​-JM
Beginnings and Ends
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The Acorn
​

Consider the acorn, 
Which, when plump and brown,
Drops down to the ground,
Feeds all who come near,
Squirrel, turkey, jay and deer.
Of the acorns, a few
 Burrow into the earth
So they too, may give birth,
May sprout and grow anew,
The cycle begin anew.

​-MW
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Rosie saying good-bye to Richie?
September 26, 2019
cap by Robin, enhanced by SaMo
courtesy of Golden Gate Audubon Society nest cam 


​Harbingers of Fall

Today I picked
The last cucumber
From withered vine.
Ate the last apple
High on the tree.
Made zucchini soup
From the last squash.

Today I saw
The first orb-weaver
Spinning its web.
The first plump acorn
Fall from the oak.
The first flock of geese
Fly overhead.

Today I welcomed
Autumn.

​-MW
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No, I don't really need a walk,
You two just sit here and talk.
I'll go out with you in the morning sun,
When this dark cold night is done. 

-Píccola
​Autumn Song
 
Autumn is the season
Falling leaves, dead to the ground,
Trees prepare for Winter.
 
 But remember, you who fear,
 West is no Eastern snow,
 Icy winds do not blow.
 
 Here November rains,
Waters scorched black earth,
 Brings life back to birth.
 
Greening grass springs up.
Blankets velvet green
Seeds that sprout unseen.
 
 
Autumn is the season,
 Time for you and me as well,
 Time inside to dwell.
 
Spend evenings in quiet love,
No youthful elation,
 No infatuation,
 
 Peaceful, side by side,
  By the fireside,
  Love that will abide.
 
 Memories we share,
 New ones to create,
 It’s never too late.
 
 Autumn is the season,
 A time of peace and rest,
The season I like the best. 

-Midi
Follow the Wind
 
When I leave the nest
Just what do I do?
What might be the best
Can I follow you?
 
No, my offspring, no,
You must go your own way
The wind you must follow,
When it calls you one day.
 
As it blows you along
As you fly on high,
Compose your own song,
Cast it to the sky. 
 
I will go too, but in my own time
To my own place, my own tune,
Landing in warmer clime,
To rest alone, and soon
 
It will be time to return
To fly North to the bay
Where we’ll perhaps see
Each other again one day.

-MW

To Rosie
​

Rosie, why do you fly,
 One day take to the sky
After a brief good bye?
 
Rosie, where do you go
And how do you know
What route to follow?
 
Are you flying blind, 
Or with destination in mind,
 A place you must find?
 
And when one day you alight,
 Do you know the place is right
Or do you just plan to stay the night?
 
And when night becomes day
Do you see other osprey,
Then you decide to stay?
 
 Rosie, if you must, then fly.
Take to your home, the sky,
But please return to us by and by. 

​-MW

 

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